Whether I am viewing the immensity and power of Niagara, or the spring meltwater rushing over Muskoka granite, the sight and sound of cascading water has always inspired me. Changing sunlight on the water creates an aquatic dance unlike anything else you would see in nature. Near the western border of Algonquin Park, Ragged Falls flows through the ever changing seasons as a testament to the unspoiled passage of time.
Back to the Artwork pageWhether I am viewing the immensity and power of Niagara, or the spring meltwater rushing over Muskoka granite, the sight and sound of cascading water has always inspired me. Changing sunlight on the water creates an aquatic dance unlike anything else you would see in nature. Near the western border of Algonquin Park, Ragged Falls flows through the ever changing seasons as a testament to the unspoiled passage of time.
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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.
Birch, Red Maple, and Pine stand on the shore of an Autumn lake, as a symbol of perseverance and diversity. Entwined roots help them stand together in solidarity from the menace of the approaching Winter winds. Reflect on this country’s historic diversity. Rejoice in our differences, and continue to protect our Canadian trilogy.
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.
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.
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