Set aside devices that claim to unite us and enter liquid realms with new resolve and tenacity built around true communication and trust. Glide through pools of reflection and rediscovery knowing those who have come before will guide and elevate you when menace draws near. Enjoy each generation with the gifts and joy they extend, as you accept the rewards presented in a family swim.
Back to the Artwork pageSet aside devices that claim to unite us and enter liquid realms with new resolve and tenacity built around true communication and trust. Glide through pools of reflection and rediscovery knowing those who have come before will guide and elevate you when menace draws near. Enjoy each generation with the gifts and joy they extend, as you accept the rewards presented in a family swim.
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.
An Algonquin lake sparkles like a rare gem set between two serpentine diamond strings named Madawaska. In view of the red trimmed cabins of Killarney Lodge, an ancient outcropping emerges and gives life to those who would cling to its rocky shores. Indigenous pathways reflect in mirror soaked calmness, as respect is given to the land that breathed life into their ancestors. Winter ice brings guests unlikely to traverse open water, and provides host for a moment of isolation and reflection. The warm waters of summer wafts quiet voices and gentle paddle strokes across glistening wakes, as distant loons call with lilting echoes. Approaching clouds hint at changing weather as all seek shelter in her bays. This enchanting landscape reveals its secrets in blazing colour, frozen solitude, and misty shrouds. This is the life blood of a gift we call Lake of Two Rivers.
Brush strokes record this primal land in ways unseen before. Colour and textures are borrowed from the landscapes with imaginative flare, as thoughts of profit are replaced by the appreciation of nature’s priceless gifts. Seek the patience and understanding of names such as Thomson, Jackson, and Harris, as you pass through these lands. Their memories live forever in brief moments bathed in sunlit splendour and cloud shrouded mystery. Take time to pause, reflect, and admire this gift presented to all of us by the painter.
Spring has come to Algonquin in reluctant strokes of fragile warmth. Cool waters ripple as icy coverings are released, and return slowly to fluid motion. Closing hours of daylight spawn Winter’s last flurry, and a chill returns to the now placid waters. Distant shores lose definition, and mystery returns in the Mew Lake mist.