We went up to to Algonquin Park the other day. We actually spent a week in the area, but due to an unusual heat wave, accompanied by a humidex that came close to 40C, we only went into the park on a couple of occasions. Too hot for an older person to sit and sketch. I managed to scribble a couple of sketches....
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Costello Lake, Algonquin Pk. Pen & Ink Sketch. 2021 |
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Oxtongue Lake near to Dwight, ON. Pencil Sketch. 2021 |
Summer Green
Trees,
dressed in their summer green,
line the banks of a northern lake.
A loon lays claim,
only to be answered by another.
A skein of geese,
noisily,
descends from on high,
and splash land
disturbing the cold clear water.
The sky,
once bright blue,
covers over with clouds
threatening.
A far off rumble breaks the silence.
The wind,
once a zephyr,
strengthens.
Droplets of rain band together,
and form a mist,
that hides the distant shore.
A flash of light,
a crash of symbols
and the sky now dark and
unfriendly -
with a roar,
empties,
and it begins to pour.
The loons seek cover.
The geese once vocal,
tuck their heads,
under wings folded,
and cringe as lightning flashes
and the thunder roars.
And then….
silence.
The clouds blow over,
the sky returns to a brilliant blue,
the wind dies to a zephyr,
and the trees,
dressed in their summer green,
shake the rain from their leaves,
and flutter in a cooling breeze.
The loons come out of hiding.
The geese scattered by the storm,
now gather,
and gaggle,
then gaggle some more.
Life on the northern lake,
ever timeless,
continues,
much as before.
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