It was another misty morning on the Dumoine after a night of thunderstorms. I loved to hear the rain on the tent overnight hoping of course to stay dry. The thunder also played on and off throughout the night while the lightning flashed strange shadows on the canvas. The winds did not get very strong at least when I was awake. The sounds of weather are primeval. If a tree falls in the forest one had better be certain that your tent is safely located regardless if it makes a sound or not.
My friend Mark Patton and I were up early and painting again before 7 am. La Grande Chute on the Dumoine was the place to go first thing in the morning. The canyon carved by the ancient torrent may be dark but it is always full of inspiration. The primordial valley has probably looked this way for thousands of years and as far as it was concerned it was just another day.
This view does not quite see Serpent Rock and the swimming holes. It was more focussed on the dark eastern bank of the Dumoine.
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| That can on the stump was for fire starters and not a tip jar :>) |
The previous evening I had given some of the Tom Thomson story to the group around the DRAW campfire. I tend to focus on his life and his art and science rather than the mystery of how Tom died. How he died would not change the tragic impact on Mowat, Canoe Lake and the families involved. The loss to Canadian art and culture was staggering. What might Tom have produced had he survived into his eighties?
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