Westerlies subside as clear waters turn to glass, and all that breaks the silence is the call of a solitary gull. Weather worn stone protrudes from an ancient shield, and warmth radiates from below as we enjoy this safe and sheltered harbour. Cool waters surround and refresh us as we are embraced by the crystal-clear pool of yet unexplored beauty. We rejoice in this fleeting moment and know that future dreams will include a Georgian Bay summer.
Back to the Artwork pageWesterlies subside as clear waters turn to glass, and all that breaks the silence is the call of a solitary gull. Weather worn stone protrudes from an ancient shield, and warmth radiates from below as we enjoy this safe and sheltered harbour. Cool waters surround and refresh us as we are embraced by the crystal-clear pool of yet unexplored beauty. We rejoice in this fleeting moment and know that future dreams will include a Georgian Bay summer.
The Autumn leaves shiver with excitement. The Pines bow to the winds as they whicper their secrets. A distant Loon laughs in reply to the whispering winds, and the stoic Granite remains silent knowing it is the foundation of all that is Muskoka magic.
I sit at the edge of day. It is the beginning of night. The sun exchanges places with the moon, and there is great stillness in the air. The night is full of magic, but all that is heard is the echo of the loon’s call. Blue Mystique envelopes those who will listen to the silence. The silence that is you.
Yield to me your secrets that I may know the storms I must endure. Yield to me your secrets that I may know the peace I may encounter. Yield to me your secrets that I may know the journey with faith and joy through the waves of my life.
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.