A warm July evening in ’69 calls us to gather at the ancient foundations of Kilbear. Framed in pine and star strewn skies, we sit mesmerized by historic sights from a world separated by space and time. Human achievement is reflected in the strength and determination of an eagle’s wings as it descends in confidence and hope. Pursue your dreams with the assurance that you will plan and execute them with the precision and confidence of the lunar lander.
Back to the Artwork pageA warm July evening in ’69 calls us to gather at the ancient foundations of Kilbear. Framed in pine and star strewn skies, we sit mesmerized by historic sights from a world separated by space and time. Human achievement is reflected in the strength and determination of an eagle’s wings as it descends in confidence and hope. Pursue your dreams with the assurance that you will plan and execute them with the precision and confidence of the lunar lander.
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.
Daylight fades over cool waters, as ripples change to glass.
An Algonquin lake sparkles like a rare gem set between two serpentine diamond strings named Madawaska. In view of the red trimmed cabins of Killarney Lodge, an ancient outcropping emerges and gives life to those who would cling to its rocky shores. Indigenous pathways reflect in mirror soaked calmness, as respect is given to the land that breathed life into their ancestors. Winter ice brings guests unlikely to traverse open water, and provides host for a moment of isolation and reflection. The warm waters of summer wafts quiet voices and gentle paddle strokes across glistening wakes, as distant loons call with lilting echoes. Approaching clouds hint at changing weather as all seek shelter in her bays. This enchanting landscape reveals its secrets in blazing colour, frozen solitude, and misty shrouds. This is the life blood of a gift we call Lake of Two Rivers.
Resist the temptation and directives to place nation and self before others. Search out the glowing light in others, and lift it up for all to see. The land takes its rest from sunbaked skies, and blankets itself in quilts of white and crystal shimmer. Be open to others and embrace the changes they also bring to our lives. We are of one family on this planet, and will only dance with the joy of acceptance when we resist the move towards isolation.