The Bugle at First Light: Painting the Bull Elk
By Boone Mercer
Why the September elk bugle stays with you all year, and what it takes for a painter to put that sound on canvas.
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Essays on the wild, the water, and the ones who wait at the door, written for the people who know those hours firsthand.
By Boone Mercer
Why the September elk bugle stays with you all year, and what it takes for a painter to put that sound on canvas.
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By Boone Mercer
Marsh mornings, whistling wings, and the goldeneye: a writer's field notes on the hour before light and how a painter holds it.
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By Boone Mercer
Glassing the open West before first light, the patience mule deer country demands, and the moment a heavy buck materializes out of empty grass.
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By Maren Hollis
The bond with a good companion is the same by the stove or forty miles from pavement. On honoring that bond in a hand-painted portrait.
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By Boone Mercer
Pacific Flyway mornings, mist over the refuge, and the almost surreal colors of a wood duck drake when the light finally finds him.
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By Boone Mercer
The fastest land mammal in North America, built for predators that no longer exist, and what a painter holds when he paints that weathered focus.
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