Guarding, or groundless? I think probably both. This handsome chap lives in a back street behind the salt processing factory. I’m sure he’d like to leap clear of that fence and gallop away. I thought Paula might like him, even though I’m a little late..
I’m not known for my one shot posts, and certainly not for my night photography. Browsing my photo files last night, I came across a rather wonderful memory. Lumiere at Durham last November. Looking at it, I could feel the atmosphere again as the scenes washed across the face of Durham Cathedral. The crowd stood hushed throughout a powerful sound and light performance.
This week Paula is demanding something Nocturnal, and I’ve rarely seen a more beautiful photo of Belem. By definition, nocturnal means ‘active at night’. This is a rare shot I took with my phone because there was insufficient light for the camera. Go over to Paula’s place and see what makes Thursday’s Special. You’ll find a beautiful nocturnal creature if you do.
Profusion is a lovely word, isn’t it? And certainly one you can apply to these water lilies. Right now I’m feeling like I’ve had a profusion of summer days. I know it can’t last but I love it. Recently I visited Burnby Hall Gardens, in the village of Pocklington in Yorkshire. Home to the National Collection of over 100 varieties of water lily, it’s all about profusion. Be prepared to be dazzled!
In case you hadn’t guessed, this is my entry for Paula’s Thursday’s Special. ‘Pick a word’, says Paula. I think she’d probably agree that it’s a ‘brilliant’ display. And did you spot the heart?
2016 marks the 300th anniversary of landscape artist Lancelot “Capability” Brown, whose designs changed the face of of 18th century England. Born in Northumberland in 1716, he learnt the skills of horticulture and husbandry from the age of 16, as an apprentice on the Wallington estate. His vision was extraordinary and over the course of 40 years he moved gardens away from formal design to a style that is unmistakably his.
Brown persuaded the rich and famous to invest in landscapes which were beautiful, productive, and would take a century to mature. He designed on an immense scale, moving hills and making flowing lakes that resembled artificial rivers. His work frequently produced an Arcadian idyll. Sadly I have never visited Stowe in Buckinghamshire, his best known work, but he was involved in the design of over 250 sites throughout the UK.
Scampston Hall in North Yorkshire sits beside the busy A64 road. Wandering serenely across the estate you might never know. A lazy sheep or two blink, and turn their backs. The grounds at Scampston were redesigned by Capability in the 1770’s. They bear all the hallmarks of his work. A ‘ha ha’, or sunken fence, to confuse the eye, carefully planted trees and an expansive lake that resembles a river running off into infinity.
Oddly enough, I didn’t come to Scampston in search of the Palladian Bridge, but I think that Paula might like it for her Traces of the past. The lure of the Walled Garden is the ‘new European garden style’, designed in 1999 by Piet Oudolf. 1999 no longer feels new but I did find enchantment in the drifts of Molinia grass. Here is a small sample of what you might find.
There’s much more, of course. You can do some hedge trimming, or even have a cream tea.
But you can’t beat Capability and a few Marsh Marigolds, can you?
Pounding in to shore,
Wind whipping, shaping the waves.
Power, meet beauty!
Paula must have known that she was tempting me with this week’s theme. The weather played its part beautifully. I know that there are finer seascapes, but this one is mine- my north east of England coast.
Now, please go and be spellbound at Thursday’s Special.
It was hot in the Algarve last month and I spent a lot of time searching for Shadow. Here on the waterfront at Olhao I found a good vibe.
The island of Armona is one of my idyllic places. Just a ferry ride away. Sangria anyone?
The palms don’t offer much shade, and I’d have to dress up for the pousada. Those cloisters do look inviting though.
Faro is an uber cool place for strolling. A little arts and crafts. Maybe even an ice cream?
When evening falls it’s still warm, and those shadows are ever more elusive.
Is it any wonder I’m planning my next trip? Thanks, Paula, for giving me another opportunity to share a place I love.
How could you possibly ignore such a claim? I ventured into several museums on my recent visit to Kraków, but none more beautiful. Pałac Pełen Piękna makes no false claim. More properly known as the Bishop Erazm Ciołek Palace, it was built originally between 1501-1503, for the Bishop of Płock. Erazm Ciołek, secretary to King Alexander Jagellion, was a diplomat, humanist and a patron of the arts.
The architecture of the building features traditional Gothic elements and influences from the Italian Renaissance. It was added to down the centuries, including the frescoes which took my breath away. Austrian occupation turned it rather incongruously into a police station and prison in 1805. Rescue was forthcoming and in 1996 it became the property of the National Museum of Kraków, and was restored to its former glory. Today it houses art of Old Poland, 12th-18th Centuries- medieval, Renaissance and Baroque.
It was the beautiful frescoes and the incredible painted wooden ceilings that captured my imagination, as much, if not more than, the collected art works. I gazed upwards in awe. I apologise for the poor quality of my photographs, but I mean only to give you a sense of what I felt.
The building is as beautiful as its contents in my eyes. I’m no appreciator of medieval art. I’m just thankful that it has been preserved so that I can share with you a tiny fraction of its splendours. The museum is to be found at Ul. Kanonicza 17.
Paula is featuring Traces of the Past again in this week’s Thursday’s Special. Don’t miss it!
I’d like to spend just a little more time with my Zawady family, before returning you to the big city sights of Kraków.
We sat out, on my last night, under the stars and beside a roaring bonfire. Myself and Jadzia, with husband Andrzej and sister, Ewa. I was quiet, letting the conversation flow around me, while Jadzia and Andrzej took turns to stoke the fire, the kiełbasa bursting and sizzling on the grill. My head was still full of the day’s excitement, with Meg in Łódź.
Broad smiles and hugs had greeted me when I pronounced the day ‘fantastyczny’ on my return. Ewa was quick to produce a bottle of something soothing to rub on my black eye, which was rapidly developing after the previous night’s misadventure. How is it possible to walk into a lighted porch lamp? I’ve no idea, but I knew that an early start was intended next day.
If you look closely you’ll see Andrzej, sitting on the hammock. For the past 50 years he has wanted a motor bike. Finally, as he approaches retirement, Jadzia is considering letting him buy one. And so we went to the Saturday morning market at Piotrków Trybunalski. The last place it would have occurred to me to go looking for a bike, but sure enough, bikes there were. And just about every other conceivable thing too. We stowed our purchases (but not a bike- they were all too old!) in the car, and drove into the town centre.
Seldom have I seen a sleepier Saturday morning than at Piotrków Trybunalski, yet the grandeur of the main square hints at its illustrious past. Medieval Piotrków was an important trading centre, and much later became the seat of the Sejm, the Polish Parliament. In between times it was home to the Polish prince’s tribunals or law courts, including the Royal Tribunal, the highest court in Poland. I knew little of this, as I strolled through the peaceful square.
Under Austrian occupation in World War 1, Piotrków became a centre for Polish patriotic activity and a headquarters of the voluntary troops, the Polish Legions. The town had a large Jewish population, and in October 1939 became the site of the first Jewish Ghetto of World War 11. Fierce fighting took place but the town was subsequently occupied by the Germans for 6 years. The Great Synagogue, listed as one of Poland’s most notable architectural buildings, was destroyed by the Nazis, but renovated after the war.
As we wandered, Jadzia pointed out the school she used to go to, catching the early bus from Zawady each morning. She was proud of the connection with Copernicus, and I was happy to be there with her.
It was time to return to Zawady, but first a very swish motor bike shop, and a stop to collect cake. Just one last coffee before we set off to meet Dad, for the journey south. And then the hugs, goodbye.
Paula has a new approach to Thursday’s Special this week. I think I might just squeeze this under the heading of Transience, don’t you? Family meetings and former glory.
Still in Zawady, this is where I lay my head on an evening, before waking to that lovely view. I had a post almost in readiness for today, when Paula whispered ‘glow’. Her wish is my command- if I’m able. Go and worship the sun over at her place. It’s beautiful.
P.S. Grateful thanks to Lunapic– an old pal.