The brilliant October colours of Algonquin fade away, and leave a more austere palette of rock and pines. The cooler winds of November begin to blow, and remind us all that soon the land will be transformed by a blanket of white. We stand and reflect in admiration and respect for days past, under the watchful eye of November’s shadows.
Back to the Artwork pageThe brilliant October colours of Algonquin fade away, and leave a more austere palette of rock and pines. The cooler winds of November begin to blow, and remind us all that soon the land will be transformed by a blanket of white. We stand and reflect in admiration and respect for days past, under the watchful eye of November’s shadows.
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This collector piece is one out of a growing edition that I started creating in 2016. You will notice that the edition number and the artist’s signature is engraved on the back of the canoe, so as more pieces are created in the Canoe Series in the future, the lower edition numbers will translate to an increase in value with the passage of time.
Yield to me your secrets that I may know the storms I must endure. Yield to me your secrets that I may know the peace I may encounter. Yield to me your secrets that I may know the journey with faith and joy through the waves of my life.
When the loons no longer call
When the wolves have no need to howl
When the whispering pines are quieted
We feel the silent voices of Algonquin Spirits
I sit at the edge of day. It is the beginning of night. The sun exchanges places with the moon, and there is great stillness in the air. The night is full of magic, but all that is heard is the echo of the loon’s call. Blue Mystique envelopes those who will listen to the silence. The silence that is you.
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