Wednesday, November 18, 2009

To Summer

To Summer by William Blake

O thou who passest thro' our valleys in
Thy strength, curb thy fierce steeds, allay the heat
That flames from their large nostrils! thou, O Summer,
Oft pitched'st here thy goldent tent, and oft
Beneath our oaks hast slept, while we beheld
With joy thy ruddy limbs and flourishing hair.

Beneath our thickest shades we oft have heard
Thy voice, when noon upon his fervid car
Rode o'er the deep of heaven; beside our springs
Sit down, and in our mossy valleys, on
Some bank beside a river clear, throw thy
Silk draperies off, and rush into the stream:
Our valleys love the Summer in his pride.

Our bards are fam'd who strike the silver wire:
Our youth are bolder than the southern swains:
Our maidens fairer in the sprightly dance:
We lack not songs, nor instruments of joy,
Nor echoes sweet, nor waters clear as heaven,
Nor laurel wreaths against the sultry heat.

Friday, November 13, 2009

Hugh McLeod"s art from Surfing World magazine

Art works from early 70's issues of the Australian surfing magazine Surfing World. All these works were created by Hugh McLeod who was the designer/photographer for the magazine from the early 1970's until 1997. There would often be one or two of Hugh's paintings in a single issue. While the print and paper quality back then wasn't up to the standard of the magazine today i feel the magazine in terms of its content and vibe was vastly superior to the current Surfing World magazine.