Author Archives: canoelover

Yesterday Jason became a man. It wasn’t his bar mitzvah.   Or some weird pagan ritual or anything like that. Yesterday, Jason learned how to weld. Now I don’t mean to suggest that a man is not a man unless he … Continue reading →

Wood gunwales are sorta like owning a pet.  You take upon yourself certain obligations, acknowledging your willingness to spend some time keeping the pet alive and healthy.  Aluminum gunwales are like owning a goldfish.  Wood gunwales are like owning a … Continue reading →

Sometimes you just gotta ask yourself what sort of society comes up with this…this…well, merda*. For the prurient readers of my blog, I apologize most sincerely.  I racked my brain and there was no other word that captured the nature of … Continue reading →

Sometimes Nature gives you a gift. In this case, it was an eggplant we immediately christened Mr. Happy. Some genetic switch went off before its appointed time and Mr. Happy was born. We purchased Mr. Happy for the exact same … Continue reading →

Normally I am a still life sorta guy…pictures of things. This week I took the 80-200mm lens to the market and thought I would shoot some people for a change, given the number of interesting faces at the market. It … Continue reading →

There’s a trailer park next to the shop, and it’s a sort of Boulevard of broken dreams.  It is owned by an elderly woman who’s husband, an old friend of my late father-in-law, died a few months ago. A few … Continue reading →

Dances With Logs shows off his j-stroke. The second day of the staff retreat was a smaller, more dedicated group.  A few of the staff went to hit the king salmon run on the Sheboygan River, which is a rare … Continue reading →

This is the third year we’ve closed the shop for a few days to get together with the Rutabaga staff and have our Watercolors retreat.  For the past two we’ve driven up north to New Auburn (pronounced “Nawburn” for those … Continue reading →