Jackfish Lake

painted by my Auntie Shelly on the wall at my cabin just as you come down the stairs from the back lawn.

the kitchen, this mobile is much older than me.

older than me

we've got an entire series of dogs playing poker throughout the living room, they tell a story, I always looked at them on rainy days.

these beautiful iron owls stand on each side of the fire place they have been there so long, maybe my grandma could tell me who's mothers they were.

somthing happened to the original eyes and when I was a kid they had spooky cracked cloudy big green marbles for eyes that were loose in their heads, years ago my dad put these eyes in on one rainy day.

the kings chair, my grandpa used to sit here.

my grandpa was a hunter

looking down from the cabin to the beach, caraganas line the uneven big cement stairs, they are a dwarf pea shrub, they smell sweet like peas and they grow like weeds, they surround our cabin. They have seeds that look like tiny green pea pods with little beans inside I don't think you can eat them but in the late summer the pods dry and burst open while still on the trees and it is the coolest sound ever for days.

this lake is deep with a hard sand bottom, my cousins down the beach caught 8 big fish in an hour. Pickerel and Jackfish aka Northern Pike.

round the side, wood pile, my parents were staying up here when I was born, after a night of playing trivial pursuit they had to run my mom to the North Battleford hospital and that is where I was born.

mint condition speed boat from the 70's, it has a built in stereo that plays music of the 70's Neil Young and James Brown.

my cousin took me for a sail

ashtray

I just have these urges to take pictures of this kind of stuff.

Buddy

bridge to the patio on the roof of the boathouse.

my great-grandpa chose this section of beach to build a cabin on when there were only 2 other cabins on the lake. The sand is real and there are some really pretty little rocks in it. Generations of my family have lost valuables in this sand, I lost a diamond ring, someday my cousins and I are going to rent a metal detector.

My sister Jackie, gotta make a sunset beer run to Cochin.

Cousin Cam

across the lake

My brother Jeff, he's at the lake every weekend of the summer with Cam.

Cousin Morgan

After dark we went out again and saw the craziest random fireworks on someone's beach.

Cell phone row, park your cell at the door, no texting on the beach.

you Peters boys always getting yourself into trouble, don't worry we'll drive you into N.B. to get you stitched up.