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.
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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.
Collections containing this photo.
I'd see the publicity guy come on the set and I'd go hide in the rafters. The crew would be like, ‘I haven't seen him.' And then they'd leave and I'd go back to work. Because that's what's fun: the doing, not the talking.
—Kurt Russell