Fragile birches introduce the cool waters of Oxtongue Lake, situated just west of Algonquin Park. The whiteness of the bark contrasts with the blaze of fall colours on the distant shore, to create a sense of autumn freshness in preparation for the bleak winter months ahead.
Back to the Artwork pageFragile birches introduce the cool waters of Oxtongue Lake, situated just west of Algonquin Park. The whiteness of the bark contrasts with the blaze of fall colours on the distant shore, to create a sense of autumn freshness in preparation for the bleak winter months ahead.
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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.
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.
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.
As the Atlantic surf meets the Newfoundland shore, as the Muskoka pines meet on Fiddlehead Mountain, as the sun begins to set, wherever we are, we know it must be An Hour By Sun.
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