Nocturnal life blends into the next with the approaching dawn. Distant shores cloaked in chrysalis shimmer wait for release from nature’s shroud. Mist creeps across cool waters, caressing gentle giants that lie quietly anchored on scattered granite. All lay in wait for the coming warmth, where all is visible, and all is possible in the this life altering metamorphosis.
Back to the Artwork pageNocturnal life blends into the next with the approaching dawn. Distant shores cloaked in chrysalis shimmer wait for release from nature’s shroud. Mist creeps across cool waters, caressing gentle giants that lie quietly anchored on scattered granite. All lay in wait for the coming warmth, where all is visible, and all is possible in the this life altering metamorphosis.
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The calmness in the water of Lake of Two Rivers is interrupted by an approaching storm. The winds pick up with a sudden surge, wildlife seeks shelter in a frenzy of activity, and the skies open up with a burst of moisture. All around, the air is filled with a freshness that adds rich hues to the surrounding features. The raindrops on the branches descend slowly as if moved by unseen forces, and new life is spawned on the forest floor below. The calmness soon returns to the waters of Algonquin, and life begins again, after the storm.
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.
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.
We are not alone in this forest of ever changing hues and varied depths of understanding. Images that challenge us sweep in on gentle breezes or forceful gusts, but the strength we absorb from others keeps us grounded. Reach up from the darkness, and be craddled in the branches of the forest’s light.
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