An aged man is but a paltry thing,/
A tattered coat upon a stick, unless/
Soul clap its hands and sing, and louder sing/
For every tatter in its mortal dress,/
Nor is there singing school but studying/
Monuments of its own magnificence.
Sunday, January 13, 2008
MORE ARTWORK
Frederick
This is a watercolour of Pont's Mill, across the river from Fowey. It is based on a photograph of my own, taken in late autumn. I couldn't work in this detail devant le motif.
