I lay in my hammock until the rain stopped. The cloud layer was only a few meters above the lake. The top of Killarney Ridge, where I had planned to scramble for sketches of "The Crack", was obscured by cloud.

I had no strength for climbing.

I took my usual breakfast of two granola bars and black coffee and made plans and a lunch to canoe Killarney Lake for photo studies of the mountains obscured by clouds. It was a primary subject of the Chinese scholar poet painters after whom I had modeled my sketching kit.

On the canoe, photo sketching, I thought of my airbrush at the Tree House Studio.

I wondered how the ancient Chinese painters painted with ink in high humidity.

Did they have portable shelters like contemporary fly sheets or, more civilized, were there tea houses in the high mountains from which they could paint?

Our provincial parks have little civilized sophistication, it is a wilderness out there.

I spent the morning paddling east to the headwaters of Killarney Lake. I found a small sand beach, pulled my canoe onto it and took my lunch on the rocks.

I followed the north shore out and the south shore returning. On my return I found a new subject: the shore, the water, the underwater, and the reflections on the water.

Mine was the only canoe on the placid lake.
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When it seemed certain the rain had ended I found a place on a small rock in the middle of the bay below Killarney Ridge, The Crack, and began sketching.

My neighbors began coming by.

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