"The monarch oak, the patriarch of trees.
Shoots rising up, and spreads by slow degrees.
Three centuries he grows, and three he stays
supreme in state; and in three more decays."
(John Dryden)
The angel cried with loud voice saying, hurt not the earth, neither the sea, nor the trees.
(Revelation 7:3)
Lovely sketches, Ian. They celebrate the strength and beauty of these magnificent trees. Well done. However I have one question: Why did you choose not to complete the last two sketches? Both are truly well done but compel me to ask why left incomplete. Thanks and forgive my curiosity.
ReplyDeleteI ran out of Time, but I quiet like unfinished drawings as they often enable you to see part of the process.
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