Autumn's Breath

The crisp evening air whispers into the ear of the artist- announcing that the oh so brief season of Summer draws near it's end. Summer's end brings forth the beginning of yet another season of wonder- known simply as Fall. Also known as Autumn it comes forth in full force accompanied by it's array of roasted toasted shades of red, yellow and orange. The vibrant Fall colors inspired the "Group of Seven" time and time again to pick up their brushes and palettes all in hopes of capturing even but a small piece of this season of wonder built on roasting hot colors created by none other than "Mother Nature" herself. The "Group" tried to paint many pictures of this natural beauty before time ran out on this glorious season of fiery colors. Paint brushes worked feverishly against the many canvas- each trying to capture the "Indian Summer" with it's palette of warm cozy colors. Suddenly the Lone Loon called out- his black siloette piercing the rays of the moon sitting atop of the dark water better known as "Georgian Bay" to some. His farewell call announces to all that the time has come to put down their brushes and ready themselves to head back to the cities of gray from whence they came. Comfort comes to all in thoughts to the future in which they will return to these sacred waters to be greeted once again by the call of the Lone Loon. Pulling out their tools of trade yet again with the desire to try once more in capturing hold of the fiery colors of this season that always seems to elude them! Each and every time the "Group" returns to this land of natural beauty it never ceases to take their breaths away. Putting Brush to Canvas they try to take hold of the essence of the Northern Autumn. Alas all the time knowing that copies will never compare to the original work of art- better known as "Mother Nature's Northern Masterpiece" to all that bestow it!