Free standing sculptures

The winds of change blow strong and deep, and seasons pass for all in this space. We treasure the touch of our father’s embrace. Through life’s swirling winds his strength holds us close. His fire and passion will be our guide. His spirit encircles us. With the Patriarch, we are one.

Mirrored reflections on calm morning waters remind us of forty-five years of memories on this lake we call Temagami. Honeymooners gazed at a sky adorned with the lunar orb where mortals first tread less than a month before.  Blessed with a son and daughter, we watched them grow and explore in childlike wonder through summer breezes and the cool night air.  Signatures burnt in wood tell silent tales of past adventures and late night Bridge games, as they record the names of friends who have shared this space.  Names such as Angus and Pfeifler pay homage to the craftsman and the stewards who came before us, holding similar visions and joys in the simple gifts of peace and solitude.  A parents’ red, Peterborough cedar strip, with seven decades of fond memories woven into its fibres, will always be a part of our Temagami  experience.  We sit and listen from high ground, hidden from view by a cloak of emerald greens.  Strokes of warm hues, added to the pallette by a gardener’s hands, greet the many who have gathered here in celebration.  We rejoice and give thanks for our time together surrounded by wood, stone, and water, and look forward to the gifts that our future will bring.  This is the promise of The Rock.