Grandpa Generation Lake

Professionally framed drawing. The house in which I spent a good ten years of my childhood was built up top a hill rolling down to the Ausable River. This river twists and turns, and eventually spills into Lake Huron. I considered how connected my family’s actions were to that freshwater lake. A lake that happens to be the primary freshwater source for our town, and the surrounding towns. This lake is the very nourishment of each of my friends, families and neighbours lives. It is the water they drink, wash, and play in. It fulfills our basic need.The downstream effects of my daily behaviours rolled with the rains right into the corridors that spill into the lake that feeds us.The relationships we have with one another also have downstream effects. The words I speak today in the ears of my sister seep out into the language she uses with my mother, or the thoughts I share with my mother wash into the tasks she prepares in the months ahead. My little river of transgressions ebb and flow into the corridors to the lake that is the lives of those around me. With this sense of connection, pathways, and trails I began to consider the emotional language of water. “They cause our deepest emotions to gather and flow near the surface.” (For the Love of Rivers, Kurt D. Fausch)