If there is one picture that captures the soul of the land through which, I've had the privilege of paddling it is Tom Thompson's The West Wind
These lakes are scratches gouged by glaciers from rocks new when life began. Life is hard here soil thin, fire common yet Thompson's West Wind is but a paddle ahead. Blood flows thickly o’er flesh to knit a healing scab leaving just a faint scar. Stir not these calm waters nor linger o’er faint lines. Paddle lightly to the sunset sending ripples to the dawn. May 19, 2014 - The Perfect Painting __________________________________________________________________
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