Memory of Place #3
The trunks on the beach in this painting are remnants of a forest that was drowned, I believe, when Comox Lake was dammed to moderate its flow and provide water for Courtenay and Comox.
When it is time for peace in heart and balance of mind from the demands of surviving in todays continuous cycle of anticipated anxiety, I head for the richness of the natural world. This spot on the beaches of Comox Lake with the ancient tree trunks jutting up through the grass create a visual effect to contemplate. Like petrified obelisks they remind us of sacrifices made and arouse solemn thought and provoke a sense of gratitude.
