Monty, where does the road take us ?
Monty, I see you have returned to France. Your film reminded me of my visits to Paris as an art student between 1981-83. It is a city that cannot fail to make an impression with its wide open streets, avenues of trees, the river and public gardens. I particularly remember Versailles with its long canal. At that time I was not aware of having a particular interest in gardens, but the gardens at Versailles were astonishing. I saw them in early morning light, when there were not that many people there. I also remember being intrigued by the garden at the Musee Rodin. Strangely for an art student, it was not the sculpture that caught my attention but the garden with pyramid shaped topiary. Perhaps what I was responding to was the sense of order, balance and harmony. It almost feels as though I was meant to visit, and that the encounters I had which were sensually intense, were pre-ordained. There is one incident, which has great significance only to me perhaps, but which was of ...
Here you go getting all thought provoking again! Immediately after your heading "No Words" there are, in fact, three. Is there some deep inner meaning here? The dichotomy of silence and noise? Or should I just immerse myself in the unusual array of vertical branches in photo 4?
ReplyDeleteImmerse yourself John ! Those verticals are this years spurs on the apple tree - they need pruning back before spring.
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