Wednesday, April 13, 2016

Sunrise over Twin Bays - from my canoe

I spend most summer mornings and evenings paddling around the two bays on either side of our small peninsula and its small island. I take photos of the long vistas, close ups of the critters, the marsh, and anything that catches my eye. In the winter I also paint scenes from memory and a few of the photos. It will be a few weeks before I can get to the cabin. But soon.....

For this blog I am focusing on sunrises I have caught on film and one painting finished this month.



 I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements gray,
I hear it in the deep heart's core.

W .B. Yeats



Early Morning Mist: Oil on canvas 
© Margaret Buffie





Good Morning Sunrise!

© Margaret Buffie

So lovely was the loneliness
  Of a wild lake, with black rock bound,
  And the tall pines that towered around.
Edgar Allan Poe

 



 © Margaret Buffie

A lake carries you into recesses 
of feeling otherwise impenetrable. 
William Wordsworth




© Margaret Buffie

Beneath their silvered film of haze.
Where mists and fogs in ghostly bands,
    Vague, dim, clothed in spectral light;
Drift in from far-off haunted lands,
WW Campbell



 © Margaret Buffie

The smoke from distant  forests created startling contrasts 
over the lake; changing the colours of misted blue to gray, black 
and shock orange - as if a fireball had dropped onto the water.
Margaret Buffie



 © Margaret Buffie

A lake is the landscape’s most beautiful and expressive feature. 
It is earth’s eye; looking into which the 
beholder measures the depth of his own nature. 
Henry David Thoreau



© Margaret Buffie

Blue, limpid, mighty, restless lakes...
   ...Low rimmed in woods and mists, where wakes,
    Through murk and moon, the marsh bird’s cry.
Where ever on, through drive and drift...
WW Campbell



© Margaret Buffie

Where fires of dawn responsive rise,
    In answer to your mystic speech.
Past lonely haunts of gull and loon,
    Past solitude of land-locked bays,
WW Campbell



© Margaret Buffie

So dawn goes down to day. Nothing gold can stay.” 
Robert Frost







© Margaret Buffie

Moody and withdrawn, the lake unites
 a haunting loveliness to a raw desolateness. 
Dale Morgan



© Margaret Buffie

I've looked at clouds from both sides now
from up and down and still somehow
It's clouds illusions I recall....
Joni Mitchell



© Margaret Buffie

The sound of colors is so definite that it would be hard
to find anyone who would express yellow with base notes
or dark lake with treble. 
Wassily Kandinsky



© Margaret Buffie

At sunrise everything is luminous but not clear. 
Norman Maclean






© Margaret Buffie
The trees giving thanks to the sun for another day.
Margaret Buffie



10 comments:

Melodye said...

I'm not one who feels comfortable venturing out into the water, in a boat or as a swimmer. But you've taken me places I wouldn't otherwise travel. Beautiful, soothing, gliding, energizing...words and pictures, both. Thank you for paddling for the both of us.

newfenees said...

Thank you for a lovely interlude on a rainy day in Lake Country! I'm watching the ice in front of our house on the Winnipeg River. There are little dark circles on it where I believe springs are sending up some warmer water to weaken winter's soft underbelly. I hope to get out into the woods on Saturday to hunt for deer sheds to decorate the bookshop. I just can't stay inside any longer!

Amy said...

Margaret,

You are an artist through and through. I love each image and quote you've presented here. Exquisite and evocative! xxoo

~Amy <3

Margaret Buffie said...

Melodye, Newfenees Eliz, and Amy. They have changed the way I can answer individual post,so clearly, I have to look into that change and figure out how to fix it! Clearly I have to post each one as they come in and answer each individually before I allow the next one to go up. Grrr. But for now I will thank you all for your lovely comments!

Melodye, I somehow imagined you were a swimmer! I'm glad you allowed me to paddle you around our small bays. lol. I'm really happy you connected with the quotes, too. xo

Newfenees, Elizabeth - I have no idea when my lake will open. If the Wpg river near you is still frozen, my lake musn't be open. We used to have friends that lived there and could tell us when it opened. I guess I'll have to phone around!! :-)

Amy, thank you for your lovely words of encouragement. :-) Get better soon!

Jane B said...

Better than I ever imagined. So gorgeous and evocative!

Jane

Gail Goetz said...

Dear Margaret -- These pictures took me to places I've never been. Canoeing on a lake by myself at sunrise or sunset would never have occurred to me to do, nor would I ever have had the opportunity to do -- SO your experiences became mine with this post. The pictures are beautiful beyond words, but the words that you put with them are beautiful as well. Thank you!
Gail Goetz

Anonymous said...

Such beautiful pictures, Margaret and each quote is so appropriate.
Cecily P.

Margaret Buffie said...

Thanks, Jane!

Margaret Buffie said...

Cecily, I'm really happyy you enjoyed it. xo

Margaret Buffie said...

Gail, Thanks for your comments! Every morning the sky is a pleasure to watch on the lake. It changes every second. But some of them at some point become pretty spectacular. I'm glad you like the quotes under the photos and a few of my own as well. Big hugs!