land's end
Arrowhead Weed
Arrowhead Weed silhouetted against a softly clouded sky. Arrowhead Weed always thrills me. Almost thirty years ago I found myself canoeing through what was then the largest area of burn in Ontario; over three-hundred and fifty thousand acres of grey-black rock. The shield looked lunar not boreal. But out of the water came arrowhead, green with purple flowers, life reclaiming the devistation of an inferno.
Arrowhead Weed
Arrowhead Weed silhouetted against a softly clouded sky. Arrowhead Weed always thrills me. Almost thirty years ago I found myself canoeing through what was then the largest area of burn in Ontario; over three-hundred and fifty thousand acres of grey-black rock. The shield looked lunar not boreal. But out of the water came arrowhead, green with purple flowers, life reclaiming the devistation of an inferno.