Newfoundland shores welcome us, as abandoned structures echo voices of former prosperity. Moving amongst them, in dusk’s light, conjures ghostly images of past generations at work and play. Love is renewed while strolling well worn pathways at ocean’s edge, where visions of children’s wooden boats and woolen dolls return through distant chatter. We respect the past, and rejoice in the beauty of the present. This is the legacy of Port Union.
Back to the Artwork pageNewfoundland shores welcome us, as abandoned structures echo voices of former prosperity. Moving amongst them, in dusk’s light, conjures ghostly images of past generations at work and play. Love is renewed while strolling well worn pathways at ocean’s edge, where visions of children’s wooden boats and woolen dolls return through distant chatter. We respect the past, and rejoice in the beauty of the present. This is the legacy of Port Union.
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We are not alone in this forest of ever changing hues and varied depths of understanding. Images that challenge us sweep in on gentle breezes or forceful gusts, but the strength we absorb from others keeps us grounded. Reach up from the darkness, and be craddled in the branches of the forest’s light.
Release yourself from the trap of materialism and superficial goals. Rejoice in the sights, sounds, smells, and the touch of the sky, and all that lies beneath its gentle blanket. Pause and admire the stand of Birch set in a forest bathed in the fading light of milky and misty yellow hues. Marvel at the simple complexity of golden ivory.
Darkness descends on all who dwell here. Silhouettes emerge from granite pedestals set on fluid plains, but one stands out as a visitor to this primal land. Light ignites in feathery plumage dividing a placid sky. Ribbons curl on Eastern breezes, scattering celestial diamonds for all to see. Protect this place. Embrace its warmth and special gifts. Let its soul burn within you like Algonquin embers.
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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