Tacking the crystal clear waters of Georgian Bay puts wind in my sails, and uplifts my spirit. Fresh, warm breezes caress my being, as windswept pines and granite, painted in linear motifs, frame the path ahead. As clouds begin to build with menacing intent, we seek refuge in the cradle of Beausoleil Island. With the promise of calm waters and star lit skies surrounding us, we are blessed with the assurance that we will awake refreshed while moored in the mist.
Back to the Artwork pageTacking the crystal clear waters of Georgian Bay puts wind in my sails, and uplifts my spirit. Fresh, warm breezes caress my being, as windswept pines and granite, painted in linear motifs, frame the path ahead. As clouds begin to build with menacing intent, we seek refuge in the cradle of Beausoleil Island. With the promise of calm waters and star lit skies surrounding us, we are blessed with the assurance that we will awake refreshed while moored in the mist.
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Awaken before the rise of the sun. Listen through the ascending shroud for the call of the loon and the splash of the otter. Breathe in the early morn as paddle strokes caress placid waters, and absorb all that is offered in the Temagami mist.
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.
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.
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.
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