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.


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


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

(Latin Proverb)

At the touch of a lover everyone becomes a poet.


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)