Sunday, 13 July 2014

Of Gates and Garden Walls and Garden Rooms

I lost my place again, so where was I?  Oh yes, at the lovely Wallington Hall.

The woman who sits in the house and sees is a match for a stirring captain. Those still piercing eyes, as faithfully exercised on their talent, will keep her even with Alexander or Shakespeare...We are as much as we see.
H.D. Thoreau 

The look of things has great power over me.
Virginia Woolf 

The scarlet oak must, in a sense, be in your eye when you go forth.
H.D. Thoreau 

Everything has beauty but not everyone sees it.


sanda said...

That last picture threw me for a loop. That sculpture looks really life-like!

Shelley said...

Yes, I looked up and there he was, guarding the gate!