"Without
Warning"
Mixed media, 24 x 30
Price on request
Without warning, another silent blizzard
engulfs this hunters camp in 1907 Alaska. There is an eerie
hush, and then the wind begins to blow; the tent walls start
to flap gently and whisps of snow push through a gap at the entrance.
The wind is picking up now, and the hunter hopes his tent construction
will hold. Then there is a whistling and a howling. Could he
hear wolves in the distance ,or were his ears playing tricks?
The snow has been falling steadily for some time, and the weight
of it on the side walls is pushing them in. Well, maybe
it will stop the tent from blowing away, he reassures himself.
Unable to resist the temptation, he pushes
the entrance flap to one side and looks out peering into the
blizzard. He cant believe his eyes it looks like
a grizzly walking toward him, but he cant be sure through
the poor visibility. It cant be a bear, he
calculates. Its early November and they should be
in their dens. He readies his gun and sits at the back
of the tent and waits.
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