- Lying stock-still the newborn fawn peers out from midst marshy grasses peppered with tasseled milkweed and ruby flowered pitcher plants. His dapple coat trembles with the passing spring breeze and his nose twitches slightly as he scents for his mom. Today he's spring's gift, and soon he will be exploring the forest nibbling new buds and playing with woodland mice.
- A quiet stroll one May in the woods, enjoying the sounds, sights and scents of spring. Birds singing and fresh buds bursting all around. Then a surprise ... a baby rabbit, so tiny and so still he could easily have been passed by. The muted brown of his tasselled fur a blend with his surroundings and the telltale white flash marks the forehead of the baby snowshoe hare. Then in a flash, he's off, racing through the fiddleheads and labrador tea.
- MORNING MISTS part as the guardians of the lake slip silently across the glassy waters. Reflections flash across the mirrored surface in their passing by. Their mournful cry pierces the calm of early dawn just as the sun banishes the mists of night. The loon graces our wilderness lakes with its haunting elegance.
- "My Girl" is an amazing painting with many of Jackie's more signature techniques. Notice the back lighting and how it makes the ducks lift out from the canvas. Available in prints of various sizes this one will brighten any room looking to accent a wilderness theme. Good luck hiding this one from your friends attention.
- On the chill ice of a quiet harbor a mother harbor seal watches over her single pup. In her true element, the great ocean, she is fast and fluid, her mottled markings making her practically invisible. Yet to the ice surface her instincts nave brought her, for it is here that the next generation must be born.
Desperate, driven by the will to survive; this northern wanderer rests. Rabid storms have entombed the arctic tundra hiding her prey deep beneath the snow. The frozen landscape offered her no reprieve.
Ravaged by hunger and pressed by storms she flew nearly a thousand miles southward, toward a land instinct knew existed. A land of plenty, where the ocean's moderating effects free the landscape of ice and snow, offering life and hope. Midst the barrens of the Maritime coast she rests, camouflaged, transfigured into a small boulder, one of the thousands that dot the Peggy's Cove barrens. White rocks rest in a red tide of Labrador tea, and here she finds rest, warmth and food.
- Resting among tall grasses and wildflowers the dory waits ready for the seas embrace once more. Her peeling paint has curled faded in the summer sun but she is still more than able to best the waves and salty surf of the Atlantic coastline.
- Standing as a guardian and guide to wayward ships, Peggy's cove lighthouse welcomes all visitors to Nova Scotia. Standing on the seashore, the scent of wild roses blend with the salt breezes midst old buoys and boats with peeling paint. The thunderous sounds of surf breaking interspersed with the crys of sea gulls overhead.
- Rat-a-tat-tat rings through the Maritime forest. This familiar sound announces the presence of the downy woodpecker, one of Nova Scotia's forest's more handsome residents.
