Photo-a-Day (Wednesday, 20th November, 2024)
Blazing Sunset
I stand waiting for the pyroclastic tephra to hit me but within a few minutes only darkness arrives.
Photo: Colin Traynor (iPhone)
Its a cold and frosty morning today. Get wrapped up and keep warm..Soon be Winter.
Roll on Spring and Summer.
Beautiful photo. Strangely, I could hear the tune "Morning" from The Peer Gynt Suite in my head as soon as I saw it, even though the photo is of the evening sky. I can only think it's the peacefulness of the scene that brought that tune to mind.
The Divine Artist never fails with the drama in the skies in the evening.
Which reminds I need to book a holiday to see Pompei before I pop my clogs.
Very poetic Colin both in image & words !
Note for Mark...hope you dont mind Colin but I never know if a PAD person looks back at yesterday's pic.
Mark, I can only go by my own family experience re 'servants' in India. Our house servants were part of our family. We were taught by parents to treat them with respect....our Ayah's rules were law, she was strict but we loved her & it was a sad day when we had to leave at Independence. India was the only life I ever knew, England a strange new country.
One man’s sunset is another man’s sunrise.
I wonder if at the same time it was a glorious sunrise on the West Coast of North America, it would certainly a bit warmer in Florida.
Stunningly beautiful.
Have you all got your vest and liberty bodice on?
Like most of our trees, they look neglected and need good pruning.
Linma, we ladies of a certain age had Liberty Bodices as little girls. LIBERTY?? ..... you felt as if you were being steamed!
Helen, I did read you comments the other day and those of Anne, Mark and Cyril which I found both interesting and enlightening.
By coincidence I am currently listening to an audio book by Frances Hodgson Burnett 'The Secret Garden' first published in 1911.
The first chapters focus's the families time in India and the behaviour of 'Contrary Mary' to the servants and particularly her Ayah left me angry.
Perhaps though the British might have learned such extreme behaviour toward these 'lesser people' from the Indian Cast System and it was to be expected by them, lets face it the Indian Cast System had been around for centuries before the British arrived and although to a much lesser extent it is still there today.
Contrary Mary was in for a shock though when both her parents and many of the the servants either died or ran off after an outbreak of Cholera and she was shipped off back to England and the wild moors of Yorkshire. No Ayah's to have there face slapped in Yorkshire and no one to dress her every morning!
Cyril, I was more than interested in this introduction to the link you provided and will be reading more.
As Britain struggles with Brexit, and evokes “imperial nostalgia”, Shashi Tharoor’s book, “An Era of Darkness: the British Empire in India”, demolishes at least three common myths. First, the myth of the beneficence of British colonialism. Then there is the notion that 18th century England was a promising model of democratic governance.
Yes and my long johns and wooly socks!
You can all keep the liberty bodices I’ll stick with my hand knitted jumpers and Waistcoates. I’m as snug as a bug in a rug… the effort of knitting them after Putin turned off the gas has well paid off. ;o))
Helen and others……my Indian household ‘servants’ were treated exactly as you describe, however owing to the caste system and where our accommodation was situated, on a factory compound (Roche pharmaceuticals) between themselves there were as I put it ‘underlings’. A factory e does not sound very attractive. There were six empty bungalows surrounded by lush gardens and a large swimming pool attended to by gardeners ,maintenance and security people. Not having children there was no Ayah.
Thanks Helen , I would love to give a more detailed reply but I am taking the conversation away from the pictures .
I am grateful to you and Cyril for the links and comments which I will certainly follow up and read .
Here’s a question for all you baby boomers, why did they have rubber buttons on liberty bodices?
Rubber buttons were in use long before the baby boomers era. They were used to prevent being broken when putting the garment through the mangle. No twin tubs then to rinse excess water away.
I thought the rubber buttons were used, so it was hard work to unfasten them with one hand.
Don't know about rubber buttons on liberty bodices during the baby boom, but bachelors buttons would have kept their pants up.
Great photo Colin.
Well done Anne.