Taken through the binoculars. Shortly after I took this, the heron flew ahead of the egret and continued working its way up the shoreline.
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The Art of Life
December 20, 2005
When I must leave the great river O bury me close to its wave And let my canoe and my paddle Be the only mark over my grave ‘Mon Canoe d’écorce’ (‘My Bark Canoe’) I didn’t know him, but Joe Seliga represented something good and important. I shared the water with his canoes once or [...]
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Right Where I Am
October 17, 2005
It’s hard to figure out where this trip began… First, a few weeks ago we paddled down the St. Croix with a floatilla of three canoes and swore we’d be back. Then, Saturday afternoon, while Rosie and I are cavorting in the fallen leaves and the golden trees at a state park, Canoeman leaves me [...]
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September on the St. Croix
September 19, 2005
Rosie and I were paddling the Loonie Tune, Canoeman and T.L. were in the Freighter, the old Alumacraft, and we both flanked like bodyguards the star of the paddle, a canoe you’re honored to float alongside, Seliga #173, a wood-canvas canoe handmade by Joe Seliga in his garage in Ely just like he’s been doing [...]
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