The sound of

My father built our family home trimmed with birch trees on the water and I was fortunate enough to grow up by the river shaded by beautiful white trees. The sound of the still quiet of the wind in the branches and waves hitting the shore is a comforting memory. I lost my father early in 2019. He loved his birch trees and the water.  This series evokes a sense of nostalgia and peace. A longing for a moment in time gone by.

A lone boat, a memory, resting under a sturdy birch sheltered from a silent snowfall.  Some moments in life will feel stark, dark and sad yet we can always find beauty and light in everything if we simply look. 


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