He Watches from His Mountain Walls
Charcoal and Conté crayon on 19" x 24" Canson Touch
He clasps the crag with crooked hands;
Close to the sun in lonely lands,
Ringed with the azure world he stands.
The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls;
He watches from his mountain walls,
And like a thunderbolt he falls.
— Tennyson "The Eagle"