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The Master Artist

From:	Edward Klassen (eklassen@bell.net)
Sent:	April-14-14 4:59:21 PM
To:	Cathy Smith (csmith13@telus.net)
Bcc:	Darlene Fehr (darlene61@gmail.com); Donna Boyoko (rboyko2@cogeco.ca); Leona (snoopyk9@mymts.net)

THE MASTER ARTIST

In August 1964 I had the opportunity to go to Nordegg, Alberta to help with renovations at a YOUTH FOR CHRIST camp. Nordegg is a beautiful place surrounded my forests and the Rockies standing guard. As I stood admiring these sentinels of the West it was if I could reach out and touch them. This being August snow had already fallen on the peaks and during a sunrise or sunset they gave forth a glorious show. One evening after work a friend of mine took me to the top of Old Baldy where a Forestry look out was stationed. The Ranger manning this post did so alone in fact he had just gotten married but not allowed to have his wife with him. Their only means of communication was by short wave radio. Below is the experience I had. I call this THE MASTER ARTIST.
The stillness of the evening was shattered by our noisy motorized bike as we roared up the narrow rugged path that led to the top of Old Baldy. Small creatures dashed to safety as we rumbled by. It was quite a struggle at times to stay the course never mind staying on the bike but we made it to the top without any serious incident. I wondered about the trip down after sunset but soon forgot about my concerns when we reached the top. As my soon as the bike stuttering engine was turned off all I could hear was silence. The silence was peaceful, refreshing and yet it seemed to hold a mystery, a expectation of something beautiful as yet undefined. The Ranger came out to meet us and take us inside his station which also served as his living and sleep quarters. I had no idea what all the technology was for but what impressed me how clean his place was. But then as he explained he had a lot of time for house cleaning. By the door was a mat that had a sign on it that read, "please remove shoes." I decided to step outside instead while my friend chatted with the Ranger. Again the silence was all I heard with the exception of one lone bird as it swiftly flew past me into the cloudless sky its sweet melodious song still lingering. I could see why this small mountain was named Old Baldy for the top was exactly that - bald. Around the edges grew small brushes but no other vegetation. Walking to the edge I looked at the endless forests far below me with its small emerald lakes glimmering here and there. Then Night began too draw the soft silky darkness over the forest. I turned my wonder filled eyes to the great Rockies. As I stood there gazing with admiration at these beautiful fortresses I beheld a great wonder, for as the sun continued its westward journey I witnessed a sight I shall never forget as long as live.
I saw such awesome beauty that words almost me. As the sun began its descend behind these giants, the sky suddenly burst into fiery endless sea of fire. Every colour imaginable flaming orange mixed with fiery red, bright yellows, there was a touch of royal purple tinged with glowing emerald. The crowns of white snow turned from their fiery colours to soft pink. I watched as the sun slipped behind the mountains and saw the skies become like black velvet with diamonds gleaming brightly. Then completed her task covering all of nature with her softness.
I stood in awe and wonder as I watched the Master Artist complete His work for the night. I bowed my head and with humble heart offered my thanks and praise to God.

please excuse any spelling or grammar errors. By the way I was 19 at this time. I am 68 now and have never forgotten.

Edward Klassen

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