Glittering waters with melding hues of gold, violet, and emerald lay witness to the rising lunar orb as the lake’s inhabitants marvel at the spectacle before them. Do not take the beauty of the moment for granted but spread your wings and rejoice in the privilege of your occupancy. Urge those who are not as attentive to the fragility of the land to awaken and respect all who dwell in the Iridescent moonlight.
Back to the Artwork pageGlittering waters with melding hues of gold, violet, and emerald lay witness to the rising lunar orb as the lake’s inhabitants marvel at the spectacle before them. Do not take the beauty of the moment for granted but spread your wings and rejoice in the privilege of your occupancy. Urge those who are not as attentive to the fragility of the land to awaken and respect all who dwell in the Iridescent moonlight.
Daylight fades over cool waters, as ripples change to glass.
We raised our eyes, three years past, to ribbons of glorious light dancing on cobalt skies. Shimmering translucence scattering untold diamonds in reflections of yesterday. We shed tears for the indiscretions of men, but bathe in the goodness and comfort of those around us. Lift up your spirits in the presence of others, for the world is a wondrous place. Take time to bask in the glow of the celestial light.
Spring has come to Algonquin in reluctant strokes of fragile warmth. Cool waters ripple as icy coverings are released, and return slowly to fluid motion. Closing hours of daylight spawn Winter’s last flurry, and a chill returns to the now placid waters. Distant shores lose definition, and mystery returns in the Mew Lake mist.
I hear the world differently than you. Visual cues present themselves, and guide me in ways unknown to most. I hear rustling leaves through oscillating shimmer, as they dance to an East wind’s command. The splash of a Northern Pike delights me, as ripples radiate then fade to still waters. A loon’s crimson eyes rise and fall in royal splendour, as its lonely call brushes my soul. Night falls as ashen shadows and azure skies cloak reflective silence. All who bear witness unite in my world. I am not alone in the presence of the night birch.