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Ravens cry for dreams unfulfilled. Isolation draws us to each other in spirit and comforting reality, as we reminisce of days past.
There is value and immeasurable rewards in the stillness and quiet.
The sky is painted with crimson brush strokes, as the winds of haste fade to calm. Take pause from tasks that hinder your soul, and reflect on your growth and achievements. Know you have made a difference in the world in quiet and subtle ways. In ways that are hidden in the warm mist far from turmoil of the surface waves. Be still and absorb the rejuvenating spirit of sunset breezes.
Visualize your dreams and goals in vibrant colours that encircle your spirit.
Darkness descends in cloaks of violet, as summer winds slowly turn to whispers through stands of ancient timbers.
An old spoon flashes below the surface in shades of black and gold, as red dots and tails entice the elusive trout.
Autumn ascends in crimson swirls to celebrate the conclusion of the Spring and Summer of her teaching career.
Brush strokes record this primal land in ways unseen before. Colour and textures are borrowed from the landscapes with imaginative flare, as thoughts of profit are replaced by the appreciation of nature’s priceless gifts. Seek the patience and understanding of names such as Thomson, Jackson, and Harris, as you pass through these lands. Their memories live forever in brief moments bathed in sunlit splendour and cloud shrouded mystery. Take time to pause, reflect, and admire this gift presented to all of us by the painter.
Waves of turmoil advance menacingly towards us.
Pines bend on granite perches as visitors come and go in this sacred space.