We spent many weeks up North and just got back yesterday and it was so enjoyable. We arrived there by air and met our friends which live in that friendly city of Prince Rupert. It rained quite a lot but the sun did make an appearance on many days too. There was so much to do in the city and we visited the Museum of Northern British Columbia; the exhibits were wonderful.
With all that lovely wilderness around we chartered a boat and took a sightseeing tour and explored the Nass River. The Nass was exceptionally fast flowing and high with all that rain and snowmelt. We found a safe place to tie up the boat and went ashore to do more exploring and many of us painted. This is a lovely oil painting on canvas of the Nass River and the valley. The waters had quite a mysterious force and were very gray and intense on that day.
Saturday, June 25, 2011
Saturday, June 4, 2011
Creating Foxgloves Land 2007
Send me about and around these trails,
Beautiful pathways never derail,
I have seen those familiar colors,
So distant but my memory sends me back,
My body motions me to follow those tracks,
Springs rain never ceased,
And our dreams revealed more,
Then within winters sleep,
I miss those purples so deep,
Pinks so delicate they’d breathe life,
Noble creamy whites never abandoned in strife,
Only the oils could hush the fibres,
And all will resolve into peace,
Just the meadowlarks request a call,
For your answer is here,
And the search is near,
Many a knoll in these meadows,
Send up a flourish of foxgloves too greet,
For the gathering rains leave them so sweet,
My hands gently move aside the towers,
I part these foxgloves all with flowers,
Oh, god your engineer,
That Mother Nature has appeared,
I stand amongst your fortress to affinity,
Smothered seemingly in this tender floral divinity.
Beautiful pathways never derail,
I have seen those familiar colors,
So distant but my memory sends me back,
My body motions me to follow those tracks,
Springs rain never ceased,
And our dreams revealed more,
Then within winters sleep,
I miss those purples so deep,
Pinks so delicate they’d breathe life,
Noble creamy whites never abandoned in strife,
Only the oils could hush the fibres,
And all will resolve into peace,
Just the meadowlarks request a call,
For your answer is here,
And the search is near,
Many a knoll in these meadows,
Send up a flourish of foxgloves too greet,
For the gathering rains leave them so sweet,
My hands gently move aside the towers,
I part these foxgloves all with flowers,
Oh, god your engineer,
That Mother Nature has appeared,
I stand amongst your fortress to affinity,
Smothered seemingly in this tender floral divinity.
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