Olympic National Park by Artist Troy Richard Thomas

     Hurricane Ridge, Port Angeles, Washington

Mississippi River by Artist Troy Richard Thomas

Untitled by Artist Troy Richard Thomas

Sunset Lake Superior by Artist Troy Richard Thomas

Diary entry from the book {Promehteus Lives} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas

            April Wed. 26, 1989   The boat came in the afternoon and my Father and I lifted it up out of the crate, and laid it down in the backyard. I evaluated it silently as my Dad spoke of its quality.
            The boat is a Chinook sea kayak made by Aquaterra, sold through the Folbot brochure. Both companies are based in South Carolina. The boat is orange/red and has a length of fifteen feet ten inches, the width is twenty four inches tapering. The kayak has very sleek lines and is shaped like a dart or dagger. It is made out of polyethylene plastic. The kayak has a shallow "v" hull for speed, stability, and tracking. The Chinook is designed by a man named Lee Moyer, and indeed it is a great design.
            I chose a sea kayak versus a canoe because they give you speed, stability, and control in rough open water, with high wakes and waves. A canoe is good for portaging, or for two people, instead of solo. Canoes also act like sails in open water.
           After looking the boat over for several minutes, I find a few flaws with the craft, but no faults that can't be conquered, what's there is beautiful.

Diary Entry to Mississippi Adventures to the book {Prometheus Lives} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas
     

Lake Macbride by Artist Troy Richard Thomas

                   Lake Macbride Solon, Iowa

Poetry from the book {Bunny Hop} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas

     He paddled upstream along the snowy banks

He stayed on the river through the Winter and when the buds turned green he went home

         An old man walks out into a storm

The storm was dark blue with high winds but very little rain

    The old man used a feathered walking stick

               A sheep dog bit at his heels

The old man made his way up a hill of pure golden prairie

Out of the West came a tornado of great power

With the tornado very clear and rushing on, the old man spreads his arms out (with walking stick in one hand) and asks the tornado to take him away

The dust fizzles around him and then he is torn apart

So now that this story is over, how would like to hear about a bug fucking another bug in Puerto Rico? 

Now don't close that book, it aint over yet. The

SPLAT!  SPLAT!

Poetry from the book {Bunny Hop} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas