Thursday 31 January 2013

I am often asked what I draw with

Photography is an immediate reaction. Drawing is a meditation.

(Henri Cartier-Bresson)



I draw like other people bite their nails.

(Picasso)


Tuesday 29 January 2013

Winter Willows

There is a willow grows aslant a brook
That shows his hoar leaves in glassy stream.

(William Shakespear. Hamlet)










Willows whiten, aspens quiver
Little breezes dusk and shiver.

(Tennyson. The lady of Shalott)

Tuesday 22 January 2013

Lydia

A man is not where he lives, but where he loves.

(Latin Proverb)





At the touch of a lover everyone becomes a poet.

(Plato)

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)