1 I went to Trowan, near St Ives, for a wedding run-through today and saw a delightful dovecote.
2 At Folly Farm, on the way to Trowan, was a charming American-style mail box that made me smile.
3 We went to Tate St Ives after I had finished my meeting where we saw two Alfred Wallis pieces that I had never seen before. I love his work. Click here if you would like to find out more about this Cornish artist.
babyjill7...Marilyn Griffin
May 23, 2014 at 6:56 pm
Every time I see the stonework on the homes…businesses…and such…I fall even more in love with your surroundings!
Hudson Howl
May 23, 2014 at 12:56 pm
Commenting after reading Hils Bryant’s daughter’s shinning words, my thoughts for this post fade into the shadows happily. Made your day, I suspect.
The Dovecote interests me further, once I noticed the clothes line and pins. I have birdhouse on one post of my line. Though it cannot be seen as the cedar hedge has engulfed it. All that can be seen are the lines coming out of the hedge. I probably should move the birdhouse to the other end post. Put there is something intriguing in a dwelling, albeit for birds, hidden to the rest of the backyard world.
I live in Oxford County, the self-proclaimed diary capital of Canada, your udderly amusing mailbox is a common sight on rural gravel roads. It or other symbols of rural farm life such as pigs, plough horses and tractors to name a few are usually stock items on TSC shelves (Tractor Service Center) and other farmer supply businesses.
Painted box and jar makes me pine for the golden age of craftsmanship, and when people painted everything they owned. Reminiscent of folk art. When I was a wee Howl in art school, I could never understand the disdain or devaluing of folk art. I had a link in one of my posts, you may not have seen it https://www.nfb.ca/film/maud_lewis_a_world_without_shadows/ and as now reflect on the title of the clip it takes on a different meaning when I read Hils Bryant’s daughter’s remarks upon voting for the first time – women living in a world without shadows, a stretch by a thought none the less.
mybeautfulthings
May 29, 2014 at 3:30 pm
I so appreciate you visits and comments, Hudson. Forgive my recent lack of replies – I have been spending every spare moment knitting for the cause!
The comments did indeed make my day. I directed Hils’ daughter to my other blog which is a day by day transcript of a real diary written by an imprisoned suffragette that my Father and I came across many years ago when he was researching for a novel.
It is very rare to see such a mail box here – ours are really boring compared with those in your neck of the woods.
Just off to visit your link on folk art. Alfred Wallis, painter of the box and the jug, was disregarded for years until someone realised the beauty of his work.
Love your last thought too. 🙂
Hils Bryant
May 22, 2014 at 8:15 pm
Thought you might like to know that as my beautiful 18 year old daughter came out from casting her vote for the very first time today she said ‘Mum I need a quiet moment to say a thank you to the women who died so that I could do this’
mybeautfulthings
May 22, 2014 at 8:24 pm
That’s brilliant to know. Has your daughter read my Suffragette’s diary, http://suffragette12709.wordpress.com/2009/07/12/july-12-1909/
Here I transcribed a real diary 100 years after it was written. It’s fascinating.
All the best to you both 🙂
Hils Bryant
May 23, 2014 at 7:01 pm
Thank you – I will point her at it!
mybeautfulthings
May 23, 2014 at 7:18 pm
🙂
mybeautfulthings
May 23, 2014 at 7:19 pm
Let me know what she thinks. 🙂