Childhood memories pass silently with morning breezes, while gentle waters ripple and stir. Distant voices reverberate as ancient granite reluctantly releases its secrets. Names such as Killbear and Killarney draw families and artists alike to experience the beauty and inspiration of their shores. They challenge us to be stewards of this place of strength and character, and to rejoice in our own Georgian Bay memories.
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Childhood memories pass silently with morning breezes, while gentle waters ripple and stir. Distant voices reverberate as ancient granite reluctantly releases its secrets. Names such as Killbear and Killarney draw families and artists alike to experience the beauty and inspiration of their shores. They challenge us to be stewards of this place of strength and character, and to rejoice in our own Georgian Bay memories.
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.
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.
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.
As the Atlantic surf meets the Newfoundland shore, as the Muskoka pines meet on Fiddlehead Mountain, as the sun begins to set, wherever we are, we know it must be An Hour By Sun.