I'm still dreaming of our overnight on Dean Island and trying desperately to figure out how we'll get the time to go back and let me paint before it gets too cold. It was a beautiful place, and it felt like we just stepped out of time. We lay on our backs by the campfire and looked up at the whole dome of the sky above us, watching the Milky Way and one perfect falling star.

The island was pristine when we got there, but I loved painting Elmore's footprints that he made hunting firewood for us. Looking at these paintings in retrospect, I want to just jump right back into the footprints and walk into Dean Island again.