Flooding in Algonquin Part 1
Rating: User: SuburbanRider 2008-04-15T02:50:22.967ZTags: Swipe | 1954shadow | v-max | Yamaha | Harley | custom | pipes | flooding | Algonquin | Motorcycles | Triumph |
Tags: Swipe | 1954shadow | v-max | Yamaha | Harley | custom | pipes | flooding | Algonquin | Motorcycles | Triumph |
The beauty of Algonquin Park expressed in song, photos and art.
Most of the photos were from personal Algonquin collections I found on the world wide web...thanks to all contributors. Don C.
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This album was a lot of fun to record...I had a few members of my son's rock band in the studio...the great drumming was provided by 'Long After Dark' drummer Mike Lavigne, the wonderful harmonies were sung by my daughter Dawn and son Noel and the beautiful violin track by former Quebec Symphony lead violinist Herschel Payne.
The CD Wildwood/Through Tom's Eyes is a celebration of the life and work of Algonquin artist Tom Thomson who drowned in Canoe Lake Algonquin Park in 1n July 1917.
The song Last Stand is a tribute to Algonquin artist Tom Thomson. Thomson painted in Algonquin Park from 1912 to 1917. Large stands of White Pine were in the process of being clear cut by lumber companies such as R. Booth Lumber.
Algonquin Park Superintendent George Bartlett instructed his Rangers to shoot wolves on sight because he did not want the tourist to be eaten by them.
Winnie Traynor stayed at her parent's cottage on Canoe Lake and spent quite a bit of time with Tom Thomson. It was reported that she had at least twenty of Thomson's paintings which she kept wrapped in newspaper under her bed!
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Creation
Words and music Don Charbonneau
I remember the first time
I saw those Northern lights
Dancing in the night sky
Tears were in my eyes
I fell down to the ground
Thought I was seeing some vision
Of a brand new world
Thought god showed me his version
Of a creation yet unborn
I didn’t know what to do
I laid there on the ground
My head filled up with color
I’d never seen before
I’d never seen before
The star they made a sound
Some sweet celestial harmony
I never heard before
I’ve never seen again
The beauty of Algonquin Park expressed in song, photos and art.
(thanks to all photo contributors from the world wide web.)
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