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Fresh and Salty
Read moreWaves crash on shifting Huron shorelines, as multi-coloured pebbles spin and reveal their brilliance in liquid splendour.
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Georgian Bay Memories
Read moreChildhood memories pass silently with morning breezes, while gentle waters ripple and stir.
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In the Shallows
Read moreCreatures of all proportions seek the rewards found amongst anchored remnants of past giants and the filtered light of new growth.
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In the Spirit of the Group of Seven
Read moreCasual bonds between five at the workplace grew into a common desire for artistic expression, and soon two others were welcomed into the fold.
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In the Stillness
Read moreSet aside the devices that claim to connect us, and lift up your eyes and soul to the beauty within your grasp.
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Inspiration
Read moreOn April 12, 1980 an artificial limb was dipped in St. John’s Harbour, and a quixotic adventure had begun.
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Iridescent Moonlight
Read moreGlittering waters with melding hues of gold, violet, and emerald lay witness to the rising lunar orb as the lake’s inhabitants marvel at the spectacle before them.
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Isolation
Read moreResist the temptation and directives to place nation and self before others. Search out the glowing light in others, and lift it up for all to see. The land takes its rest from sunbaked skies, and blankets itself in quilts of white and crystal shimmer. Be open to others and embrace the changes they also bring to our lives. We are of one family on this planet, and will only dance with the joy of acceptance when we resist the move towards isolation.
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Jack Pine Visions
Read moreMore 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.
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Kawatha
Read moreIndigenous echoes surround them in this land of reflections and shoreline sparkle.