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As the moon’s cycle continues, the island is bathed in nature’s ubiquitous greens. Stillness envelops all. The peace and tranquillity invokes reflections in all our souls.
I stand strong as a witness to a land of constant change. Constantinople’s walls remind all of a past overflowing with antiquities and ancient voices. East meets west as the winds of change slowly sweep this land in waves of reddish hues. Like a crescent moon rising from the arms of history, the Turkish people drift ever closer towards a modern society. Three hundred sixty-five leaves represent but one year in this slow transition in the passage of time. I stand as a guardian of this land’s history, and a witness to this country’s triumphant emergence.
We stand strong on a solid foundation of love, respect, and understanding. Whispered voices of contentment and success filter through the stillness, as we absorb the celestial light that nourishes our souls. Buffeting winds threaten to uproot the most vulnerable amongst us, but the compassion and strength of experience ultimately provides the guidance and courage for them to grow to their own voice. Through changing seasons and sunset’s glow, we know that we will be held in the warm embrace of family.
Set aside devices that claim to unite us and enter liquid realms with new resolve and tenacity built around true communication and trust.
How do you thank one you’ve held so close. You have stood with me from infancy through adulthood with great sincerity and compassion. Lessons taught by a father reach further than those of daily life and sporting pursuits. Observations of kindness, respect, and creative thought weave around me in a gentle embrace. Your flame burns within me in an unbreakable bond between father and son.
This unique piece is the first winter sculpture created by Peter Allan Rice. For young and old, the sight of the first snow continues to cause much excitement. It marks the changing seasons by blanketing the world around us with a pristine freshness. The stately pine branches bow as they accept the weight of the First Snow. The island water draws its last warmth from the granite rock to delay its icy transformation. A blanket of white will soon cover the landscape, and the wonder of First Snow will yet again become a memory.
While paddling life’s rivers and lakes, avoid drifting along with the current.
Closeness is its own reward. We experience the daily pleasures of life side by side while sharing the simple joys that nourish our souls. We bend with the winds of change and the fleeting storms of life, but never break because we are forever together.
Pebbles tumble in fluid swirls beneath our feet. Pines bent by ageless winds display in a rhythmic dance. All who will pause and observe reap the benefits and rewards of the free spirit.
Waves crash on shifting Huron shorelines, as multi-coloured pebbles spin and reveal their brilliance in liquid splendour.