A used bookstore is like a gem mine. Poke around for awhile, and you just might unearth an unexpected treasure — for example, a lovely 1887 edition of Burrough’s wise and luminous essays on the natural world. Tramping through his beloved Catskill Mountains, he pondered whether the rapid scientific advances of his day would diminish the grip of field and flower, woodlands and weather, on human imagination:
“Science does not mar nature… Study of nature deepens the mystery and the charm because it removes the horizon father off. We cease to fear, perhaps, but how can one cease to marvel and to love?”
And so begins a day in the studio.
Happy drawing, everyone!