Living between three of the Great Lakes for 60 years has made me familiar with the standard commercial fishing boats that have plied their waters for most of a century. The Wilma is one of those fine vessels.
The marine weather is an ever-present problem for those brave souls who work on them, because they go out when no normal sport fisherman would even contemplate visiting the harbour. I’ve seen them push out through broken ice in December and wondered if the ice pack would be too thick for them to come back in again.
I painted the Wilma on what might be interpreted as a ‘mild, rainy day’ in the spring.