I wonder what Emily Carr saw when she looked up. Enticed by the surrounding ecliptic beauty of the Pacific Northwest's wildwood.
Alike a poet putting pen to paper, Emily painted the dynamic poetry of sight capturing the soul of mother nature with each stroke of her paint brush.
Her vast canvases spread from dark forests of Goldstream Provincial Park to the coppices of Haida Gwaii. Each brush stroke meandering through the intricately woven tapestry of British Columbia's beautiful skyward woodland impression.
She painted the colours of Stanley Park's palette reflected by the prism paragons of Vancouver's elegant forestry scape of escape.
In Goldstream Provincial Park; she described her love of the forest. 'The sun gets no look-in for several hours after rising and winks a goodbye'
In my own expressive words; British Columbia is the expansive beauty of my exquisite and vast home. Quite simply, it is the best place on earth!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem