“The color of springtime is in the flowers, the color of winter is in the imagination.”
A few times each winter the snow falls in the nicest of ways. Just wet enough to cling to everything and still maintain that light airy quality. Able to transform otherwise bleak, barren objects into masterful pieces of art. From soft pastel backgrounds to highlighting stark characters that form in the foreground. These rare Black Oak trees, some of which have been here much longer than any of us, transformed into characters that conjure up images from demons to angels. Pine trees that take on a ghostly mantle provide a nice contrast. The entire place becomes a living, breathing canvas. It will be gone soon enough and will give way to spring. All the while the creek still runs, north to south, towards the lake, as it has done for many winters, through many snowfalls. The nicest part is that this art gallery is free, but this particular exhibit is only around at certain times of year. Worth getting out to enjoy.And on the way out a happy reminder that spring can’t be all that far away, can it? Enjoy Toronto!