Gather round in wispy swirls, and flickers of primal light. Become mesmorized by the dance and the twinkle of flame and sparkling ember. Release all wordly concerns that challenge your grasp on this peaceful place, and allow the voices to breathe from the very essence of the Granite and towering Pines. Know you are a steward of this land, as those who hasve shared its gifts before you. Worship the peace in the swirls, and the warmth of the night fire.
Back to the Artwork pageGather round in wispy swirls, and flickers of primal light. Become mesmorized by the dance and the twinkle of flame and sparkling ember. Release all wordly concerns that challenge your grasp on this peaceful place, and allow the voices to breathe from the very essence of the Granite and towering Pines. Know you are a steward of this land, as those who hasve shared its gifts before you. Worship the peace in the swirls, and the warmth of the night fire.
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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.
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.
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.
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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