Bonwick Island 2010

And the last oil painting from my Broughton Marine Park series is Bonwick Island. It's not technically part of the Broughton archipelago of Islands; but it was visible so I included this one as well.
We were done for the day painting and had lunch and it was enjoyable; we tried something different. We waited for the fish boats to pass by and the plane began taxiing along the waterway. It took around forty minutes to fly back to Port McNeill as the headwinds were quite strong.

Harrison Lake 1991

My memory will recall in vivid detail,
A Harrison Lake adventure,
Our party surrounded by such beauty,
Washes in truth and time,
With their colours and textures indicated,
The little ones would run and play on the swings,
Their legs kicking out and creating momentum,
A game of who could soar higher was on,
Across the waters from our joy,
Strangers behaving badly along that other beach,
Those scandalous shores would never reach us,
Even our sweet dog behaved wonderfully,
Respectful on leash and knew she was loved,
Mountains shrouding perilously to the touch,
In time they shall fade into the background,
Trails would reel in hikers ever higher to the goal,
We enjoyed the lake with waters tepid all year,
Most people never stayed dry,
Inevitably even a wade enticed all to bathe.

Everyday's a Perfect Day 1998

They will awake,
the details of the day displayed,
The laughter filled their happy play,
games and gossip put away,
Another image,
Many love to pray,
the pure power involved to make ones day,
Never a bad remark or thought,
to anyone,
in which they have been taught,
Oh, if those angels would never grow old,
but stay the same,
Their wings that never would clip,
and emotions to hold onto for always.

Swanson Island and Crease Island 2010

Another small oil sketch from the Broughton Marine Park series. Near these two interesting Islands the bald eagles were also fishing for those salmon. With precision each large bird swooped down over the waters with talons ready. Some of the fish were quite heavy but their large wings safely lifted them up and away from the waters. Sometimes birds are expected in waterscape paintings; I decided not to include them in this composition as it would have made this painting too busy.

Secrets Of The Woodland Bleeding Hearts 2003

Beacon Hill forest would hide their secrets,
And agonize the seeker,
In search of that dream,
Splashes of liquid impressions,
Expressed in sequence,
Only prod us back to a chased reality,
I have been back to these woodlands of my youth,
Pines, cedars and spruce know of my arrival,
And send me back to a riddle in time,
As I travel through the underbrush,
My hands feel and grip the bark,
And lift the boughs which motion me to stay,
Only my legs would carry me forth,
Bounce and spring sending me on that day,
And progress to my reward,
Merely hurdles to test the mind,
But rest in kind,
Windstorms of the past played their games,
With these fallen monuments,
Screamers still cry from their sharpened splinters,
Desiccated forms given way to rebirth,
And all is saved in this place of support,
At last those pale pink flowers,
Miniature hearts draped in sentiment,
Those trees and ferns protecting the secret place,
But in colour the bleeding hearts summoning all to admire.