My son collects stones. He tells anyone, who would listen, that they are fossilized dinosaur bones. Sometimes I get frustrated at his constant stopping to look at the stones underfoot and to choose the right one to take home with him. The other day I was walking on my own and noticed a beautiful eucalyptus leaf; so I stopped, picked it up and continued to look for other leaves that would look good together in a painting. At that moment it dawned on me that I pause often enough myself to pick up a feather or a leaf or just to exclaim about how beautiful the clouds look. Oh, the irony!
Winsor & Newton watercolours on Daler-Rowney watercolour postcard (A6)