Many many fond memories this place brings me...times
spent with the best of friends of my youth, and the
best of friends still. Waterfowl hunting, and
especially the late season divers. Sometimes breaking
twenty yards of ice from the shore to wade out or
bring skiffs. A hundred blocks of decoys or more,
bobbing and forming ice beards from the cold cold
late November winds.
Huddling over a coffee can filled with a roll of
toilet paper and isopropyl alcohol, lit to a blue
flame to keep some sense of warmth. But, when those
big Canadian Greater Scaups or blue bills come wingin'
in...one forgets however cold they were. A sight to
see and imagine.
This day here represents a weekend this past fall
hunting with friends, and after finishing the
landscape part of the painting plan on painting in
some of my fondness of ducks. So, this is session one
painted up tonight.
As always, clicking on the image brings up a nicer
larger view...
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