Absorb the spectacle of amethyst glitter and pine framed isolation as gentle waters surround you and cloak your being in peaceful serenity. Visitors drift nearby in ancient rituals of migration and renewal unaware of changes coming to their ancestral home. We are the stewards of this paradise and are entrusted to preserve and protect this natural gift we call sanctuary. PRICE: $1,895.00
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Absorb the spectacle of amethyst glitter and pine framed isolation as gentle waters surround you and cloak your being in peaceful serenity. Visitors drift nearby in ancient rituals of migration and renewal unaware of changes coming to their ancestral home. We are the stewards of this paradise and are entrusted to preserve and protect this natural gift we call sanctuary. PRICE: $1,895.00
A young Tom Thomson living in urban surrounds, sought solitude in the majestic bluffs of Scarborough. Venturing further east he explored the calm of a lake named Scugog, where inspiration lead to the creation of Near Lake Scugog and Evening Lake Scugog. His gaze is distant, while his four legged companion’s is inward. Was this a sign of his bold interpretations of future northern landscapes? Look inward at your accomplishments and interactions that have proven to be a positive influence on the world, but also look ahead with determination and creativity for a future rich with a canvas filled with vibrant brush strokes. Could these be the lessons of Reflections of Thomson?
Six decades past, she joined her brother and sister in a family that was yet to grow by one.
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.
I hear the world differently than you. Visual cues present themselves, and guide me in ways unknown to most. I hear rustling leaves through oscillating shimmer, as they dance to an East wind’s command. The splash of a Northern Pike delights me, as ripples radiate then fade to still waters. A loon’s crimson eyes rise and fall in royal splendour, as its lonely call brushes my soul. Night falls as ashen shadows and azure skies cloak reflective silence. All who bear witness unite in my world. I am not alone in the presence of the night birch.