Killarney, Windblown Trees, oil on canvas, 40×40″. Along the rugged rocky shoreline, on small islands stand windblown white pines. They lean, they bend, they cling fiercely, firmly to Canadian Shield. The cool waters of Georgian Bay stretch far out into the distance. And there I sat quietly observing the unfolding vision of billowing white clouds race across a blue sky. She is grand. She is ancient mystery.
