The sun sets on this idyllic space, as we take pause and reflect on the relationships we continue to nurture, and those of a more fleeting nature. News drifts north of violence and injustice, and a man who judges, scorns, and ridicules those who stand for kindness, acceptance, and diversity. Lend your voice to those who strive for positivity and peace in this world by steadfastly marching toward the light.
Back to the Artwork pageThe sun sets on this idyllic space, as we take pause and reflect on the relationships we continue to nurture, and those of a more fleeting nature. News drifts north of violence and injustice, and a man who judges, scorns, and ridicules those who stand for kindness, acceptance, and diversity. Lend your voice to those who strive for positivity and peace in this world by steadfastly marching toward the light.
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.
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.
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.
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.