Hunt Club Riverside Creative Arts Club

It’s time to get creative! Our Creative Arts Club at the Hunt Club Riverside Park Community Centre is now open for all adults, no matter their age. Join us every Wednesday from 10am to 12pm and let your imagination run wild. With only a small $3 drop-in fee per visit, this is an opportunity you won’t want to miss.

The club has been running for seven years and is a wonderful way to build strong connections within yourself and with others. Whether you’re an experienced artist or a complete beginner, this is the perfect place to unleash your inner artist and create something truly amazing.  Use a medium that works for you. Paint, Canvas, Wood, Coloured Pencils, and bring your own supplies from home.

Come with a smile, your thoughts, inspiration, ideas and create with other like-minded people from our community, no experience needed. Build a strong connection within yourself and with others.


Location: Hunt Club Riverside Park Community Centre, 3320 Paul Anka Drive

When: Every Wednesday from 10:00am – 12:00pm

Duration: October 4 2023 – December 20 2023

Cost: $3 drop-in fee per visit.



February 15th is Canada’s Flag Day!

Quick! When you think of a day to commemorate our beloved Maple Leaf, what day comes to mind?

If you said “July 1st – Canada Day,” you’d be half-right. Because, dear readers, our beloved flag actually has its very own birthday, or inauguration day: February 15th.

Canada may be pushing 154 years old, but our flag is a spritely 56. From Confederation until February 14th 1965, the flag of the United Kingdom, the Royal Union Flag (a.k.a. the Union Jack) flew above Canada’s Parliament, though the Red Ensign, a combination of the Union Jack and the shield of Canada, had also been used since the 1870s, including on ships and government locations.

In 1960, then-leader of the opposition Lester B. Pearson said Canada needed its own flag separate from the United Kingdom’s to show we were an independent country. Upon his election in 1963, he made it a priority to resolve “the flag problem” in time for Canada’s 100th birthday celebrations in 1967.

“The Great Flag Debate” pitted those who wanted to retain something borrowed from our colonial history against those who wanted something new, and in case you’re curious, there was also something blue: one of the two unsuccessful designs, known as“the Pearson Pennant,” featured two blue stripes on either side of a white box and a sprig of three maple leaves in the centre. Sound familiar?

In the end, the winner was selected in a most Canadian fashion: by a 15-member committee, who narrowed down the thousands of submissions from Canadians to three finalists before landing upon a design proposed by George Stanley, Dean of Arts at Canada’s Royal Military College (RMC) in Kingston, Ontario.

Stanley’s design featured red stripes, which were modelled after those on RMC’s own flag, which itself was modelled after the Canada General Service Medal (1866-1870), predominantly awarded to those who fought against the Fenians.

The signature maple leaf sealed the deal, and the committee approved the design on October 22nd 1964. Approvals in the House of Commons and Senate followed, and finally Her Majesty, Queen Elizabeth II made it official on January 28th 1965.

A few weeks later, on February 15th, a public ceremony was held on Parliament Hill to raise the new flag at noon, and it’s flown there ever since.

Pearson’s words at the time were fitting: “May the land over which this new flag flies remain united in freedom and justice…sensitive, tolerant, and compassionate towards all.”

We should mention that the design of the Canadian flag we know and love is the product of many people, including Ontario M.P. John Matheson, who was a driving force behind the committee achieving consensus, heraldic artist Alan Beddoe, graphic designers Jacques St-Cyr and George Bist, Patrick Reid, whose team was responsible for designing the flag’s parameters, and Dr Günter Wyszecki, who determined the precise – and only – shade of red authorized to be used.

While Flag Day is not a statutory holiday, this year it falls on Family Day, so on Monday, let’s take a moment to celebrate the unifying symbol of our Canadian family, the Canadian flag.



Snowman Scavenger Hunt

Looks like we’ve got our creative juices flowing, Hunt Club! Snowmen and other snow sculptures have popped up throughout our neighbourhoods.

Below are photographs of over 125 snow sculptures spotted throughout our community. Some are small, some are huge, some have lost their head, some come as a pair. Each one adds a splash of character and joy to every street.

Do you have any favourites? How many of these snowmen/sculptures can you locate in Hunt Club? Discover new streets and neighbourhoods in your community by going on a Snowman Scavenger Hunt and let us know in the comments, how many you can find. Feel free to submit your snow sculptures on our Facebook post too! Have fun!

Heart of Hunt Club
Hunt Club Woods
Owl Park area

The Birth of Lady Dalziel – in the Apple Orchard

I have been approached many times to be asked about my sculpture and I had to confess that its beginning and conceptualization arose out of my discontent of seeing this very ugly black dead apple tree everyday for over two years. It was just standing there and no one was doing anything about it. I had even given it the name “Two hundred Fingers of Death”.  And then finally one Tuesday morning, I felt I had had enough and  I decided to cut away all that was ugly and have all the large branches  efficiently and tightly bundled up for the waste pickup on the next morning.

After about two weeks of sitting and watching the sunset from the apple orchard – I thought the least I can do is convert the bare dead tree trunk into something more aesthetically pleasing.  And at this time, as part of dealing with the virus, I would take long beautiful river walks along Mooney’s Bay, to Hogs Back Falls, and along the river, by Vincent Massey Park, to Billings Bridge. On one of these meditative walks, I fortuitously found some beautiful large grained slices of a big dead tree that was cut down. And it struck me somehow as fitting that these two dead and living things in my mind, be married together.

I think that my daily orchard sunset meditations, as the setting sun’s warm orange trance inducing rays penetrated my closed eyes, brought forth the creative expressions that followed. The art, upon the large attached wooden slices, – then followed. It was most primitive, and I believe flowed from my unconscious expression of my earlier mythological Egyptian understandings of the life sustaining energy of the sun as a living God. Other images recorded were unconscious and incorporated what looked, in the sunset, as a line of spiritual guardians; the metal monster hydro towers standing guard in the setting sun. On the back side of the sculpture is an image of a sea of eyes and an animal (some say Hindu Cow, representing goddess Aditi, mother of many gods; some see a female lion).  The image appears to be saying something of great importance as an ancient Oracle would do.

As the evenings progressed, and as the sun paints the clouds each night, my mind turned to internal existential questioning of the nature and structure of the unconscious mind and systems of belief which attempt to tell us who and what we are. It was in these thoughts that I assembled the three small square mirrors, representing the reflective parts of the changing layers of the evolving ‘Self’. At this point in my meditative mind – the sculpture was a living form and the installed warm copper swirl pointing to the sky, was its emanating and receiving cosmic energy vortex. At this point, I felt the sculpture was no longer mine alone.

The children, over the remaining months, continued to come with parents and some began conversing with the sculpture. And some sat reading in the shade of the apple trees. It may have been solitude of sorts, and sanctuary space away from the tormenting reality of the virus that called out to them. And I tried to make myself invisible, but something transformative had now happened to the orchard.

I do not feel the little orchard is now the same – as more and more people stop their cars, or walking approach me in my garden offering expressions of gratitude and asking questions. Some ask me if the structure has a name and I say it does. It is called ‘Lady Dalziel” I tell them, after my Scottish grandmother that I revere, but never had the opportunity to meet.