"When dawn spreads its paintbrush on the plain, spilling purple... ," Songs of the Pioneers song from TV show "Wagon Train." Dawn on the mythic Santa Fe Trail, New Mexico, looking toward Raton from Cimarron. -- Clarkphoto. A curmudgeon's old-fashioned newspaper column, cross-breeding metaphors and journalism and art, for readers in 150 countries.

Saturday, June 2, 2012

The forest primeval, and cabin

Cabins speak to me, my imagination, my fantasies, and more. When I saw this at Angoon, the Tiglit village that is the only occupied village on remote Admiralty Island in Alaska, home to more  brown, grizzly, bears than anyplace in the world, I snapped the shot from the ferry. I discovered this place has only 300 residents, is visited by the Alaska Maritime ferry only once a day, and less than that during the winter. I think these are my kind of people, and it demanded a painting. This is the first attempt. The second is underway. I immediately thought of Longfellow's Poem Evangeline, that began, "This is the forest primeval...."This is what is now New England looked like before we destroyed it.
Primeval Alaska, 9 by 12 140 pound d'Arches paper, watercolor

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