ice sailboat
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-seven years and one million words
Calgary, 2005.12.20
My father and girlfriend standing on a frozen Ghost Lake. I'm not sure what that kind of vehicle is called.
twenty-seven years and one million words
My father and girlfriend standing on a frozen Ghost Lake. I'm not sure what that kind of vehicle is called.
It's not what you look at that matters, it's what you see,
—Henry David Thoreau