Raindrops dance on placid waters, as storm clouds thin and dissipate. Silhouettes mark the transition between land and threatening sky, while island pine and cedar anchor themselves on their solid yet unimposing foundation. Those who live under the politics of fear only see skies of discontent and mistrust. For those with optimistic intent, skies will clear. Lift your vision so others may follow. Look towards the horizon, and await the affirmation of the stormbreak.
Back to the Artwork pageRaindrops dance on placid waters, as storm clouds thin and dissipate. Silhouettes mark the transition between land and threatening sky, while island pine and cedar anchor themselves on their solid yet unimposing foundation. Those who live under the politics of fear only see skies of discontent and mistrust. For those with optimistic intent, skies will clear. Lift your vision so others may follow. Look towards the horizon, and await the affirmation of the stormbreak.
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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.
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.
Release yourself from the trap of materialism and superficial goals. Rejoice in the sights, sounds, smells, and the touch of the sky, and all that lies beneath its gentle blanket. Pause and admire the stand of Birch set in a forest bathed in the fading light of milky and misty yellow hues. Marvel at the simple complexity of golden ivory.
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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