BOATHOUSE PHOTO GALLERY–3

Richie’s Ode to Boathouse Barrels: Will you still pop in? Will you still float me? When I’m sixty-four?
Building a wall with Paul, who chain-sawed Barbi’s house out of ice back in 1989.
Building a new plank while mallards quack for corn to be tossed onto the ice. 2018.
New generation visits. Nephew Chris. Great-nephew Eddie. 2018
Eddie on top of the world at the boathouse.
Eddie celebrates his birthday, cooking snow on the woodstove.
Blessed in Winter.
Blessed in Spring.
Blessed in Summer.
Blessed in Autumn.
Blessed by Lake Itasca, headwaters of the Mississippi River 1989.
Blessed by the headwaters 2014.
Blessed by Barbi’s green thumb.(Monarch butterflies lose an estimated 6,000 acres of habitat every day in the United States, according to Bicycling with Butterflies, Sara Dykman, p. 92.)
Covid-19 project. New plank for Barbi’s boathouse. Summer 2020.
River-rat Writer in his lair. “I was so much older then, I’m younger than that now.”

 

RICHIE'S WORK...

NOVELS

Coming of age in hostile worlds

COAST FICTIONS

Short Stories from the Pacific Northwest

RIVER FICTIONS

Short Stories from the upper Mississippi

CREATION STORIES

Spirit Birds, the dawn of nature

BIRD CONSERVATION

Citizen Science, Advocacy, Articles

COLUMNS ETC.

Commentaries, Book Reviews

RIVER BIRD BLOG

A Field Season on the upper Mississippi River

BOATHOUSE LIFE

Memoir from a floating home