The flat expanse of sun bleached rock meets the water’s edge as it has for many centuries before. Like beads on an abacus, multi-coloured pebbles record each breaking wave as they move in unison to a rhythmic dance. Day after day, they relinquish their being to the growing sand around them. Such is the life of the bay pebbles.
Back to the Artwork pageThe flat expanse of sun bleached rock meets the water’s edge as it has for many centuries before. Like beads on an abacus, multi-coloured pebbles record each breaking wave as they move in unison to a rhythmic dance. Day after day, they relinquish their being to the growing sand around them. Such is the life of the bay pebbles.
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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.
When life’s pathways take you into unexplained and troubled waters, search out diamonds and sunset glimmer. Follow the windswept ripples that lead to calm and reflective spaces. As day draws to a close, you will know you have chosen wisely through the passage.
Look below the surface and discover a world unknown to those who pass by in haste. Skimming over life’s tapestry rewards few, but searching and opening oneself to self-discovery and endless possibilities enrich the souls of those who dare to challenge expected norms. Seek what moves below still waters, and discover the networks and catacombs that past generations have entrusted to us. Protect the creatures who inhabit these dark and mysterious pools from those who see them only as wastelands to be drained for profit. Truly open your senses to the secrets of the wetlands.
More than one hundred years have passed over Achray landscapes. A guardian of the land, entrusted to protect the pillars of the forest, ventured along Grand Lake shores in search of inspiration. Across the waters of Carcajou Bay, violet horizons roll in serpentine rhythms, while foreground branches bow in sunbathed splendor. He ensured his dependent lived forever in his oil sketch, as rocky shores, pristine waters, and windswept Pines were the culmination of Thomson’s Jack Pine visions.
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