- You’ve heard of the Dutch Golden Age (which was really only “golden” for a subset of the Dutch, and pretty dark for many regular folks). You’ve heard of the Dutch Masters or the Old Masters, whose paintings represent the highest artistic achievement of the time. But surprisingly, at least to me, there is no agreed list of which painters are in the group of “Masters” and those whose output is just OK.
- Coming down from climbing the Domtoren in Utrecht, the late afternoon sun shone through stained glass windows into a room that used to be the guard’s quarters. I took a picture that turned out quite nicely IMHO.
- This is a lovely Philip Larkin poem
“Going”
There is an evening coming in
Across the fields, one never seen before,
That lights no lamps.Silken it seems at a distance, yet
When it is drawn up over the knees and breast
It brings no comfort.Where has the tree gone, that locked
Earth to the sky? What is under my hands,
That I cannot feel?What loads my hands down?
OK. Maybe the poem and the pic of an empty chair resonate with me because of my dad’s death in August.
I’m going to try to share three things every month. Let’s see how it goes.
Nice, the pictures, the comments and the 3 things every month👍
A lovely beginning to a creative exercise, Stu.