Rare in his art, this unique piece originates in Peter’s experience of West Coast enchantment. Drawn inexorably by the darken’d foreshore, friends find a place where conversation naturally deepens. Life’s missteps become humourous. Our troubles dissolve in the intertidal mirth. A shaft of moonlight calls forth play, and new resolve.
Back to the Artwork pageRare in his art, this unique piece originates in Peter’s experience of West Coast enchantment. Drawn inexorably by the darken’d foreshore, friends find a place where conversation naturally deepens. Life’s missteps become humourous. Our troubles dissolve in the intertidal mirth. A shaft of moonlight calls forth play, and new resolve.
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Shrill voices break the silence in haunting rhythms, through misty shrouds. Messengers struggle to be heard as they warn of threatened waters from skies overhead. Spread your wings, rise up, and heed the call.
Look closely through the morning mist, for a presence looms over this unspoiled land. Gentle movements betray this majestic giant as he steps with nonchalant intentions. The shroud grows thicker, and visions fade with the realization that you have witnessed a silent spirit.
When approaching Algonquin, the quiet hush of nature begins its descent upon me. I feel the ever increasing distance from stress, noise, pavement and concrete. The layers of life’s hectic pace are replaced by nature’s serenity as I approach Algonquin.
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.
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