Victoria asked if I could share more photos and since I did take some today…here are some things I saw in my walk in Burghley Park. The people who own the land let the public use it until dark. There are deer and sheep so even though we live in a little town for a few minutes you feel like you’re in the country. [Read more…] about For Victoria…
I saw the sun…it must be Spring!
When I woke up the sun was shining and it looked like a gorgeous day, so instead of going back to bed I decided to take the camera for a walk and see if I could find some pictures. I walked like a snail, but by the time I got home I was really tired. I’m so glad I didn’t go back to bed…at least not until after I got back from my walk! I had to share some of the pictures I found in sunny Stamford this morning…or yesterday morning… [Read more…] about I saw the sun…it must be Spring!
If your name’s Isabella and you’re going to Boston…
I love the weird and the bizarre and tonight I stumbled across something bizarre and lovely. I was reading the comments on an article in the New York Times and someone mentioned The Isabella Stuart Gardner Museum of Boston, Massachusetts. I’d never heard of either the woman or her museum so I looked it up.
Isabella sounds like someone who lived life at full throttle. She loved beautiful things and wanted to leave her collection to be enjoyed by everyone so built a replica 15th century Venetian palace and filled it with her treasures. When she died an old woman she left the museum in trust and one of the stipulations was that entrance to the museum was to be free forever for people named Isabella. It’s free for all people under 18 and then it costs $12.00 for the average adult…So…if you’re an Isabella…who loves art…and you’re going to be in Boston, Massachusetts (USA) any time soon…take advantage of your good fortune to have a lovely name and visit Isabella’s museum. It looks amazing! I now have one more reason to visit Boston (I have family connections with the area). To give you a sample, below is a beautiful painting she collected called The Lady in Yellow. [Read more…] about If your name’s Isabella and you’re going to Boston…
Proud owners of a blackhole…
Yesterday we had a builder come to replace several radiators. It was a dirty job and my filthy living room carpet was visibly filthier after the man finished. Our carpets haven’t had a proper sweep since I broke the last wheel off our vacuum (you can plug it in and it sucks, but without its little wheels it was like wrestling a supernatural entity in the carpet). So the carpet has suffered nothing more abrasive than a tiny cheap thing my husband bought to use on the car which often picks up rubbish in one place and deposts it in another as if I was trying to force feed it my mother’s chilli (which is like chewing stewed wood). The Goblin phoned to see how the workman was getting on and I mentioned it would make me feel better if I could vacuum up all the dirt. [Read more…] about Proud owners of a blackhole…
Guest Blogger, Linore Rose Burkard: Princess Charlotte of Wales
Princess Charlotte:
Romantic Royal, Doomed Daughter
(Or, the Princess Who Should Have Been Queen)
by Linore Rose Burkard
Imagine if Queen Victoria never came to the throne because her cousin, Princess Charlotte Augusta (1796-1817), beat her to it. Of course this couldn’t have happened: Despite being as wildly popular to the England of her time as Princess Diana was to ours, Princess Charlotte never became the Queen she might have been, and by birth, should have been, for the simple reason that she died before getting the chance. Read on to catch a glimpse of Her Royal Highness, Princess Charlotte of Wales -Daughter of the Regent (later George IV). She was passionate, a sometime pawn of her warring parents, and a great favorite among the English during the Regency until her tragic death in 1817. She was a romantic ideal to her subjects, (even Jane Austen loved her) but a doomed daughter. A future monarch who would never reach the throne. [Read more…] about Guest Blogger, Linore Rose Burkard: Princess Charlotte of Wales
Sunset over the meadows…
Last Friday in the late afternoon I walked into town and took my camera hoping to find some pictures. Half way there the light started to fade. I was disapointed, but I kept going with the hope of catching a rare photo with evening light on a building or something. On an impulse I turned down and headed toward the traditional meadow that sits between two small shallow streams before the water joins and flows as one river underneath the bridge into Stamford. As I stepped clear of the tiny narrow street of ancient houses too dark to photograph, I looked out across the expanse of green and saw a large orange sun setting over the trees. [Read more…] about Sunset over the meadows…