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apparitions

Well, not really.  A friend hung a large poster print of a photograph I took of 4 maidens in Edwin Abbey’s mural depicting scenes from the search for the Holy Grail.  As I photographed the poster and how it appeared in his home, I began to notice the reflections in the picture frame.

The layering of images, especially in black and white, appeared ghostly to me.

The effect was heightened by some rather moody music playing in the background at a local music festival.

In any case, I hope my friend enjoys his poster.

That poster print and other items are available here.

like sunrise

and sunset.

… some bubbled with age and double paned

through which are seen such sights as red eyes staring back

and which draw the hands of visiting young artists.

They are portals onto worlds of concrete and asphalt …

and dead trees …

branches… all of which are places where great beauty can still be found.

… in color and in black and white…

As a child in Virginia I never imagined that I’d spend so much time as an adult in a place like Trinity Church watching sunlight stream through stained glass windows and play upon walls designed and painted by the likes of artist John La Farge.  This is a photograph of one of those murals.  I’m pleased at how it turned out as a postcard.  Soon to be available in the church Book Shop.  There is a wealth of information available in books and online about John La Farge.  I found particularly interesting this article about the rivalry between La Farge and Louis Comfort Tiffany.  Below are a few additional images of the murals.  Just a tease really because no picture can compare to the real thing. 😉

Learn more about the artist John LaFarge, architect Henry Hobson Richardson and much more on the church website.

the oak tree

Windows On The World is a series on The Paris Review website where writers share the world they see through their windows.  Once I read the latest entry by Taiye Selasi about her view from her room in Italy, I could not help but get up and peer through the windows of the place where I live.  I live in one of the densest cities in the U.S., and yet I am surrounded by just the right amount of tall trees, clambering vines, pigeons, sparrows, sea gulls, squirrels, raucous blue jays and occasional hawks to feel immersed in the wild.  Of course when I step out my front door I feel a bit differently.  I am most lucky because of the oak tree.  Here is how it influences my view this morning.

steve's books piled high

I keep reading that Henry Holiday of London was noted for his execution of drapery, i.e. the fall of cloth, around his figurative subjects; that it was a style reminiscent of Dante Rosetti.  I do love the intricate layering of cloth in these scenes from his stained glass window, The Transfiguration (1878), but it is the hands I particularly notice at present.   As promised in an earlier post, here is a bit more about the artist and his creation.

Henry Holiday was born in London in 1839.  His talent for drawing set him on an early artistic path where he would be influenced by Pre-Raphaelites like Burne-Jones, William Morris and Dante Rosetti.  Over time, he would develop his own unique style.  He traveled the world as many an artist of that period did.  Trips to locales like Italy and Egypt influenced his illustration, painting, sculpture and his work with stained glass.  Read more about his diverse interests and artistic expressions in this wikipedia article.

During his lifetime, Holiday did quite a bit of work for American churches, and that’s why I’ve been lucky enough to view and photograph his window, The Transfiguration, at Trinity Church in Copley Square, Boston.

The window depicts a moment described in the New Testament. The basic story is that Jesus and three of his apostles, Peter, James and John, traveled up a mountain to pray.  There Jesus begins to shine like the sun, his clothes becoming white as snow.  The prophets Moses and Elijah appear at his side and talk with him. Eventually “a bright cloud overshadowed them, and a voice from the cloud said, “This is my Beloved Son, with whom I am well pleased; listen to him.” When the disciples heard this, they fell on their faces with awe. But Jesus came and touched them, saying, “Rise, and have no fear.” And when they lifted up their eyes, they saw no one but Jesus only. …” (Matthew 17:1-92, Mark 9:1-9; Luke 9:28-36; 2 Peter 1:16-18).”

There are a lot of great resources online about the significance of this moment in Christianity and its various interpretations.  If you’re in Boston’s Back Bay, view Holiday’s window firsthand, especially when the sun is shining bright.  Postcards and prints available in the Trinity Book Shop with shipping available worldwide.

no politics, just corn

“It’s rather dreamy,” is how I described the corn to Steve this morning, the 4 cobs lying snug as you know what in a rug in the refrigerator crisper.  I pointed out the soft light from the various sources, the opaqueness of the crisper drawer …He looked at me, shook his head and went back to his coffee.  Of course, after he left, I pulled out my camera.

Only a few golden kernels were visible in one of the cobs.

The rest had the husks still tightly wrapped, until I started to unwrap them.

I haven’t told Steve yet, but I know what we’re having for dinner.