Free standing sculptures
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Morning Glory
Read moreAs the sun rises on an Algonquin Park morning, a determined pine clings to a small granite island as its roots wind down to the calm waters below.
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Muskoka Magic
Read moreThe Autumn leaves shiver with excitement. The Pines bow to the winds as they whicper their secrets. A distant Loon laughs in reply to the whispering winds, and the stoic Granite remains silent knowing it is the foundation of all that is Muskoka magic.
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Nature’s Promise
Read moreThe daily mystery unfolds as the hidden promise of another dawn lingers behind the setting sun.A night of rest, the early awakening, and the brilliance of last light. Such is Nature’s Promise.
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North Channel
Read moreA young girl’s heartfelt poem spurs the artistic brush of her father. Parker Island whispers the words to the rhythm of the waves, and rejoices in the strength of the guardians of the shoreline. Stand tall against those who would alter this place. Absorb the primal sounds and the beauty of the North Channel.
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Northern Light
Read moreEmbrace the positive energy of the night sky as it cleanses your spirit in a spray of pinpoint lights and reassuring silence.
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November’s Shadows
Read moreThe brilliant October colours of Algonquin fade away, and leave a more austere palette of rock and pines.
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On the Trail
Read moreNames such as Inverhuron, Arrowhead, Grundy, Killarney, and Algonquin beckon those who truly come alive in their presence.
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One Fleeting Moment
Read moreSaltwater breezes and rocky shorelines beckon me to this place of solitude and inspiration.
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Origins
Read moreBirch, White Pine root, and Spruce resin, all born of Mother Earth, are shaped by the skill of Indigenous hands. Moving through fluid pathways with grace and resilience as honoured ancestors of the Kenu. Cedar strip, canvas covered, aluminum, fibreglass, and Kevlar, pay homage to those who plied these waters for millenniums. Respect was given to all who shared this land. This message must never be ignored, as we honour our origins.
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Paddle and Pine
Read moreI return to bouyant waters, where calmness envelops my soul. Crystal droplets fall from paddle strokes in a dance of pearl like ripples. Listen to the silence, and become lost in the emerald shorelines that craddle your path. Seek solice in the tranquility of the paddle and pine.