Our last major dirt road was the Taylor Highway in Alaska, and it was a doozy.
“The Alaska Range,” oil on canvas board, by Carol L. Douglas Neither rain nor snow nor threat of sleep deprivation shall keep us from our appointed rowdiness. Mary and I coined that as our trip’s slogan. It’s insane. Mary has a cold and I’m feeling an irksome scratchiness to the throat. We can afford […]
Light snow above the Arctic Circle, by Carol L. Douglas. I didn’t even know I had a bucket list, let alone that painting above the Arctic Circle was on it. But as I crossed the Yukon River, I realized that no amount of bad road was going to stop me from seizing this opportunity. […]
“Up Ship Creek,” oil on canvasboard, by Carol L. Douglas If you were to clone Aroostook County, stamp it out an infinite number of times, and suck out all the people and most of the potatoes and roads, you would have created Alaska. Oh, you’d need to crumple your finished drawing too, for Alaska is […]
From this distance, Denali is less a presence than a shimmering mirage floating above the horizon. How does one paint what doesn’t even seem possible?
This is so much better than being stranded on the Al-Can, munching on beef jerky and praying that someone comes along who can help.
Fly from city to city in the United States and you’ll think that we’re a pretty homogenized group of people, we Americans. But get past the Big Box stores, and you’ll realize how diverse we still are.
I’m bringing 65 canvases to the Great White North. I could finish them all, or a bear could steal my easel. There’s just no telling.
Clouds are a terrific, rampaging part of the landscape, and often the best part of a composition.
I imagine this is how the human animal generally worked before he was stuffed into a cubicle for eight hours a day.