Tacking the crystal clear waters of Georgian Bay puts wind in my sails, and uplifts my spirit. Fresh, warm breezes caress my being, as windswept pines and granite, painted in linear motifs, frame the path ahead. As clouds begin to build with menacing intent, we seek refuge in the cradle of Beausoleil Island. With the promise of calm waters and star lit skies surrounding us, we are blessed with the assurance that we will awake refreshed while moored in the mist.
Back to the Artwork pageTacking the crystal clear waters of Georgian Bay puts wind in my sails, and uplifts my spirit. Fresh, warm breezes caress my being, as windswept pines and granite, painted in linear motifs, frame the path ahead. As clouds begin to build with menacing intent, we seek refuge in the cradle of Beausoleil Island. With the promise of calm waters and star lit skies surrounding us, we are blessed with the assurance that we will awake refreshed while moored in the mist.
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I hear the world differently than you. Visual cues present themselves, and guide me in ways unknown to most. I hear rustling leaves through oscillating shimmer, as they dance to an East wind’s command. The splash of a Northern Pike delights me, as ripples radiate then fade to still waters. A loon’s crimson eyes rise and fall in royal splendour, as its lonely call brushes my soul. Night falls as ashen shadows and azure skies cloak reflective silence. All who bear witness unite in my world. I am not alone in the presence of the night birch.
Your clear waters calm my soul with every stroke of my paddle. My red canoe is drawn to islands where solitude and reflection have sustained me through formative years. A father’s love of nature flows through my veins like warm Summer breezes, and lessons learned are appreciated with every sunset’s glow. You are the catalyst that reunites long lost friends. You are Lac-du-Cerf.
Dusk descends on all who dwell on this magical island. The fragile birch absorbs the fleeting warmth of sunlit days gone by. The lunar orb is illuminated by reflective light which guide nocturnal creatures to unknown shadows. Relax, reflect, and renew in the calming spirit of the Manitoulin moonlight.
Awaken before the rise of the sun. Listen through the ascending shroud for the call of the loon and the splash of the otter. Breathe in the early morn as paddle strokes caress placid waters, and absorb all that is offered in the Temagami mist.
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