The landscape sleeps in mist from morn till noon; And, if the sun looks through, ’tis with a face Beamless and pale and round, as if the moon, When done the journey of her nightly race, Had found him sleeping, and supplied his place. For days the shepherds in the fields may be, Nor mark …
“Follow the white hare, among the wildflowers into Wonderland. ” -K Carter
Design + Art Directors, Retail Buyers, Agents + Acquisition Editors: do you love *Travel* as much as I do? As I start my year off with a creative bang as well as a perennial case of wanderlust, here are 100 of my travel sketches available for sale or licensing. As the saying goes, this is …
Whose woods these are I think I know.
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