The Colours of Black River Wilderness Park

Reflections

A 180 acre park, Black River Wilderness Park is owned and operated by the Chippewas of Rama First Nations.

The beauty of rock, wood, and water.
The different colours of the Black River
Enjoying the view….
On the red trail, or was it the yellow one, or maybe the green trail? No, I think it was the blue trail.
The Black River, moving it’s way throughout the park.
On an island….

On this last day of the season, the tents and the RVs have left the grounds. A single campfire fills the air with an earthy smell of smoke.

The beauty of autumn!

The Tree Museum…take one

Faces in the forest

In the midst of our great Canadian landscape, amongst the trees, and the lakes, and the rocks, we discovered The Tree Museum.

A well marked trail.

Just follow the little blue arrows, and the little blue signs. After a kilometer, or two, and you will happen upon the entrance to the Tree Museum.

Nature at it’s best

Before the entrance, God has his work on display.

Light and shadows
Entrance to The Tree Museum

A mailbox contains a guest book. We left our names among the rest of the worldly travelers who have discovered this beautiful retreat into the wilderness.

Metal meets rocks and trees
Above the metal, rock on rocks.
Keeper of the forest..
A home away from home. Complete with a fireplace and natural air conditioning.
The list of contributing artists.

Having just recently recovered from a bout of covid19, I started this outing a little overconfident in my level of fitness and endurance, so we are leaving the rest of tour for a different day.

We have so much more to explore!

The beauty that surrounded us.

June Flowers

Who is the poet of the flower?
The answer changes by the hour.
Petals of
blue,
and of white,
and of pink.
The scent of  the flower,
Cause the poet to think.
The stem,
The stalk,
Where in
The flower's beauty
Locks.

Grown
In sand, and soil,
And rock.
God's paint brush 
Moves,
With grace and ease.




Beauty, found and sought.

Victoria Falls

Victoria Falls, a part of Queen Elizabeth II Wildlands Provincial Park

We were our very own one car parade as we very slowly and very carefully traveled the 12 kilometers of narrow dirt road, through forests and wetlands, to the very peaceful and tranquil Victoria Falls. A very different parade than the one taking place in England to celebrate Queen Elizabeth II’s Platinum Jubilee.

Bridge over the Black River

On the right of the bridge is the wet and wild Victoria Falls with it’s many rocks and rapids.

To the left of the bridge the dark waters lazily gather before turning and tumbling down the rocky falls to join the rapids below.

A change of speed

The water forming large Eddie’s before transforming into a flurry of rushing water.

Peace and tranquility

So much to explore. So much to see.

Reflections, reflecting.

We spotted a beaver close to this spot.

A great place to explore.

Ontario has so much to offer.

The Colour Green

The colour of spring
Growth and renewal 
The colour of spring
Rebirth
Raindrops
Pine green
Mint green
Milkweed green
And jellybean green.
Textured green
Emerald,  lime,  spring,  forest,  teal,  chartreuse,  olive,  aquamarine,  turquoise,   blue-green,  sage,  jungle green,   light green,   viridian,  malachite.
Perfection
Spinach,   kale,  broccoli,   avocado,   asparagus,   brussel sprouts,   cabbage,   kiwi,  collard greens,  edamame,  chard,  bok choy,   green beans,  green tea,  mustard greens,   cucumbers,   arugula,   beet greens,  celery,  zucchini,   lime,  peas, apples, lettuce.
Shaped
The green of grass
The green of grain
The green that's gracious
The green that's growth.
Shades of green
Psalm 1:3 'the leaf shall not wether'
Renewal

Mother’s Day

Flowers from my daughter and son-in-law
To Mothers,
From far and wide.
Here on earth,
And in the sky.
Beautiful little goslings
To those who mother
Other people's children.
To those who benefit
From other people's mothers.
A magnificent osprey.
From the goose 
With her gander.
To the Mother osprey
Who yelled at me.
Breakfast close to home.
Happy Mother's Day 
To all of the women
In this world!

Stumped

A pretty cool stump
Stumped
I am stumped
Totally stumped
So stumped.
An old old stump
Stumped 
By all the things that I have heard
When people say
Not a single word

A flower stump
Like flower petals 
They grow on dead wood.
They love me
They love me not

A swimming stump
And the waters swirl
As the world turns
And
Everything stands
Still.