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In 1997, a friend came to me about a window he had envisioned for his hot tub room by his outdoor pool. He had meticulously restored his red ’59 Chevy truck, and wanted the window to depict his beloved hotrod in a desert scene complete with a skeletal bull’s head and the setting sun. You can see in the two detailed images that the word Chevrolet was engraved in the grill, and other fine details were added throughout the truck’s body. To appreciate the work involved in this piece, you have to realize that everywhere you see a dark line, it represents a single piece of glass. All the long, thin pieces in the grill, for example, were extremely difficult to cut and foil. It was an early piece in my development, and I really pushed my skills to the limit on this one. I would be reluctant to attempt a similar piece as this today, mainly due to the amount of time it would require to complete.
Ocean swells subside and lull us in quiet, hypnotic rhythms, as they rise and fall upon a rock strewn shore.
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.
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.
The calmness in the water of Lake of Two Rivers is interrupted by an approaching storm. The winds pick up with a sudden surge, wildlife seeks shelter in a frenzy of activity, and the skies open up with a burst of moisture. All around, the air is filled with a freshness that adds rich hues to the surrounding features. The raindrops on the branches descend slowly as if moved by unseen forces, and new life is spawned on the forest floor below. The calmness soon returns to the waters of Algonquin, and life begins again, after the storm.
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.
A young couple met in fellowship in 1948, and their devotion and love for each other was celebrated in front of friends and family two years later in the Royal City. They were blessed with the births of three beautiful daughters, and a family life of love and faith had begun.
The Great Canadian Shield not only anchors us to the original inhabitants of this vast country, but it acts as the geological glue that binds all of Canada together. We stand as one on a firm foundation, following the example of the Maple, Pine, Birch, and Sumac, as we celebrate our diversity in varied colours, shapes, strengths, and purpose. Be diligent and shield our natural heritage and traditions from all who claim to make sound environmental decisions on our behalf. Speak out with your heart. Speak out with your soul. Listen to the ancient voices.
When approaching Algonquin, the quiet hush of nature begins its descent upon me. I feel the ever increasing distance from stress, noise, pavement and concrete. The layers of life’s hectic pace are replaced by nature’s serenity as I approach Algonquin.
Sunlight shimmers on October waters, as geese contemplate their southern journey accompanied by the inexperience of youthful enthusiasm.