This island oasis shelters us from all distractions. Far from constant connectiveness and worries brought on by leaders with misguided direction. We rejoice in the blessing of this place, and give thanks in the knowledge that we are truly alone.
Back to the Artwork pageThis island oasis shelters us from all distractions. Far from constant connectiveness and worries brought on by leaders with misguided direction. We rejoice in the blessing of this place, and give thanks in the knowledge that we are truly alone.
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Listen to the quiet tone of paddles stroking cool, clear, depths, as the swirl of gentle breezes soothe the haunting call of the loon. Ripples on rocky shores glisten, keeping time as they rise and fall in ancient rhythms. Choose to join nature’s symphony, with a genuine respect for all of its instruments, and rejoice in the subtle melodies of the canoe song.
Warmth caresses my soul through speckled shadows upon crystal waters. Silence reaches out to me as a gift from one who knows. Pine fresh visions guide me in directions yet to be discovered, as clouds of wispy textures float overhead. These are the pleasures of kayak summers.
Breaking waves caress the inhabitants of distant shores in hypnotic rhythms. Pebbles glisten and turn, becoming one with the smooth and rippled sand beneath them. A lone Pine clings to all that supports it, and life continues on Huron’s shores.
Early snow brings pause to all who ply these waters. The call of geese overhead reminds me of the passing season, and the gentle approach of the next. Memories return to summer morns, and carefree paddles on mist shrouded lakes. Without the return of melting warmth, we are only left awaiting spring.
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