The majestic pine stands firmly anchored to its Precambrian perch as a witness to another glorious day. Backgrounds have been painted with both calm and aggressive strokes, in darkness and misty obscurity. Scattered ribbons of pastel hues dance in primal rhythms, and slowly make way to twilight pinpoints of shimmering light. Warm winds turn cool, as the season changes to one less forgiving. The pine stands witness to all that is true. All that is the northern sky.
Back to the Artwork pageThe majestic pine stands firmly anchored to its Precambrian perch as a witness to another glorious day. Backgrounds have been painted with both calm and aggressive strokes, in darkness and misty obscurity. Scattered ribbons of pastel hues dance in primal rhythms, and slowly make way to twilight pinpoints of shimmering light. Warm winds turn cool, as the season changes to one less forgiving. The pine stands witness to all that is true. All that is the northern sky.
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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.
The sky is painted with crimson brush strokes, as the winds of haste fade to calm. Take pause from tasks that hinder your soul, and reflect on your growth and achievements. Know you have made a difference in the world in quiet and subtle ways. In ways that are hidden in the warm mist far from turmoil of the surface waves. Be still and absorb the rejuvenating spirit of sunset breezes.
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.
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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