Breaking the Ice at Canoe Lake Thomson, a real man's man, right at home among his male pals better in a small group there, on the perfect, still deep blue Canoe Lake paddling through the water trading jokes, banter, man talk with the pipe smoke rising from dead centre of his smile and yet, and yet... eye of a true artist reader of the landscape amongst all those literal names, the loggers and fishermen, able to see into the depths not just by adding more ultramarine he found solace sketching lines capturing, en plein air, the bitter cold of the season's end birch, rock, ice, lake ice cubes floating in blue Curaçao breaking winter's icy stranglehold the smallest glimmer of what lies beneath what comes next later, back in true winter in that Rosedale shack smoke rising from the pot bellied wood burner he'd mine his past, his hinterland fill in the depth fatten out those sketched lines fill in the colour, tell the truth of the north Emily Tee After a working life focussed on numbers Emily is now finding time for appreciating art history and trying her hand at writing poetry and flash fiction. She had her first ever published piece in an Ekphrastic Review Challenge in late 2021. Emily volunteers with a heritage organisation which provides a neat intersection of her interests in history and the arts and she gets to talk to a lot of interesting visitors. Originally from Northern Ireland, Emily has lived in England for many years.
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