Under the shadow of the pine, patience and stealth guide those who hunger. The fallen submerge at water’s edge, and guide a trio of new life towards the light. At branch’s tip, eyes scan for movement and opportunity, while morning breezes protect the unsuspecting under rippled waters. Human influence adds only shades of indigo, and disrupts nothing in this microcosm bathed in emerald and blues.
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Under the shadow of the pine, patience and stealth guide those who hunger. The fallen submerge at water’s edge, and guide a trio of new life towards the light. At branch’s tip, eyes scan for movement and opportunity, while morning breezes protect the unsuspecting under rippled waters. Human influence adds only shades of indigo, and disrupts nothing in this microcosm bathed in emerald and blues.
A young Tom Thomson living in urban surrounds, sought solitude in the majestic bluffs of Scarborough. Venturing further east he explored the calm of a lake named Scugog, where inspiration lead to the creation of Near Lake Scugog and Evening Lake Scugog. His gaze is distant, while his four legged companion’s is inward. Was this a sign of his bold interpretations of future northern landscapes? Look inward at your accomplishments and interactions that have proven to be a positive influence on the world, but also look ahead with determination and creativity for a future rich with a canvas filled with vibrant brush strokes. Could these be the lessons of Reflections of Thomson?
Birch, Red Maple, and Pine stand on the shore of an Autumn lake, as a symbol of perseverance and diversity. Entwined roots help them stand together in solidarity from the menace of the approaching Winter winds. Reflect on this country’s historic diversity. Rejoice in our differences, and continue to protect our Canadian trilogy.
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.
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.