Richard
Nessmuk hated pothunters. Pothunters are guys who hunt for trophies, killing animals indiscriminately to satisfy their need for power over other living things - essentially using hunting to build their ego. As an artist, how... More »
Richard
There is an RCMP truck in my rear view mirror. I'm in the middle of a logging road, deep in the inner forrest of Vancouver Island, cruising along with my canoe on top, looking... More »
Richard
Rounding the bushy bend, a brace of ducks beat air into sound into ears and my eyes track them, wing singing across the marsh. Where in all this stillness will I find a home for... More »
Richard
Like shards of classic blue on white china these sand etched shells fly past in the long back wash of each wave down the smooth slope of the beach. The boys swing whole kelp at... More »
Richard
End of a long day, 10 hours of work behind me, longing for beauty, feeling my health slide, feeling adrenaline still at work in my body, even this late at night. I dreamed of a... More »
Richard
So as it turns out the fog rises from the snow all night and into the day. This morning Jackson and I stumped along amid the frozen lumps of snow and I came to... More »
Richard
Tonight's e-mail to Brett: Brett, Perhaps only fields of snow drag at my heels, perhaps only the mist rises from the snow in the dark, the lighted school sign creating a halo over the... More »
Richard
Had a long conversation with James today about everything from raising kids to what you do when you hit that wall in mid life when you think, "is this all there is?" I shared my... More »
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March 2008 
