Collection search - Basil Lane, Tilting

Basil is a braveheart bringing in wood against gray days to come. The first mate, his dog Hershey, "is always about me and I like that." We ride past the white homes that fleck the hills like wave crests. He's up for the drive around, and ferries me through the main street. It's a parade that might jeopardize the license he doesn't have. "Those people in Ottawa, they makes funny laws for us...." He speaks about me out the side: "I think he likes it out here. I think he do. I don't think he'd be jumpin' in that water there this mornin' very well. That there cold syrup. But you could live in worse places than this."