Sunday, 13 January 2013

Winter Oaks

When the oak is felled the whole forest echoes with its fall, but a hundred acorns are sown in silence by an unnoticed breeze.

(Thomas Carlyle)

I frequently tramped eight or ten miles through the deepest snow to keep an appointment with a beech tree, or a yellow birch, or an old acquaintance among the pines. 

(Henry David Thoreau)


  1. Such beautiful trees -- you've captured the magic of their form -- how they seem to move even though they don't. Thanks for sharing.

  2. This is beautiful work, the pen technique you are using captures the play of light and dark and the texture of these amazing trees. Thank you for making my day!