I cut some green willow twigs, peeled the bark, and packed them in a Christmas popcorn tin with a few holes in the top and bottom. I placed the tin on the fire before I went to bed and in the morning I opened the tin, revealing some willow charcoal sticks. I did a rough sketch of a moose with the charcoal. I’m not all that proud of the drawing but I thought a moose was an appropriate subject for the medium considering the word, moose, comes from the Algonquin word for “twig eater” and moose do love to eat willow twigs…
A friend just sent this photo from down the Gunflint Trail at Hungry Jack lake. Apparently the young moose had fallen through the ice and some folks mounted a rescue mission. Not sure I would have done the same for a variety of reasons, but this moose seems better off on top of the ice rather than under it.
Also, received approval from the county to start building (I redacted some info in the picture to honor the privacy of neighbors but most of it is public record anyway).
Stay tuned for pouring concrete piers and drilling into bedrock as soon as the weather cooperates!
When the property was purchased, there was an assortment of floating docks that had become untethered and somehow ended up strewn along the shoreline. I’m not entirely sure to whom they belonged but they were clearly no longer functioning for their original purpose. I recruited my sister to help dismantle them into manageable pieces and stack them neatly on the shore.
When the job was finished, there was a fairly sizable stack of usable lumber that must have been treated. Some of the other material was too far gone to use for any sort of building purposes but I thought it might help firm up some softer, boggy areas where I intended to eventually build paths. I took notice of a rubber roller fastened to the edge of one dock that must have been used to help pull a canoe out of the water. I have to keep that clever contraption in mind for a dock of my own in the future. We ended with a five gallon bucket half filled with rusty nails, cleats, corner irons and other hardware. I could tell some of the materials were quite old because not only was the dimensional lumber actually 2″ thick, some of the nails appeared to be hand cut. The nails that were already laying among the rocks would crumble when handled, so I pulverized them, mixed the iron oxide dust with honey and gum arabic, and made some watercolor paint. It took some trial and error to figure out how the coarseness of the pigment would take to the paper, but I painted a few pictures of moose with the watercolor.