Most printmakers show progressive prints as a sort of educational/interest thing, I’m doing it just to get a bad pun out of my head and into the subject line.
It feels better already.
It must be February, the winter seems never ending so I haul out the sketchbooks and imagine myself doing lichen impressions on a rock in Georgian Bay or thereabouts. This is one such rock in one of my reflective moods.
This gallery contains 10 photos.
Georgian Bay conjures up visions of pines bent from the incessant wind but the very edge of the Bay is populated by tough little cedar trees that somehow defy some very nasty winter winds to grow in little or, seemingly, no earth.
A week camping and canoeing through the Georgian Bay archipelago brushes stress away like a broom through cobwebs. Perfect canoe weather with lots of sun and more sun and even more sun. 
After visiting the cheek to jowl State campgrounds in New York and Pennsylvania in August, it was a treat to canoe out into the peace and quiet of northern Georgian Bay’s archipelago.
At some point in the past some really, really, strong individuals arranged a few really, really, massive stones into a fireplace complete with seating with, of course, a wonderful view. The sketch was an attempt to capture the tangle of trees on the opposite shore.
A quick sketch from a great hike along the south rim of Letchworth Canyon in New York State. It’s about a 600 foot/183 metre drop to the Genesee river, impressive enough that it’s billed as ‘The Grand Canyon of the East.’ A wee bit of exaggeration there, it was a kilometre shallower, shale, not sandstone and the only Indians we saw were on a tour bus and wearing saris. We were lucky enough to see this old coal burning engine pulling a great variety of historic passenger cars on an outing from Buffalo.
Letchworth Canyon, PA
