one way to look at it

and breathe

all on a summer's day

peace

garden steampunk

The Porter Garden Telescope

from Garden History Girl

The Shambles Museum Four-Day Sale

simon chorley 

art and antiques

reference: 

gardenhistorygirl

Shambles IV

one morning, she woke up and realized that the city had stolen her heart. forever.

grey gardens, indeed

before it's time: slideshow, here

We're Out in the Garden Today

Hoping you have a delightful Sunday.

William Edmondson

The angel of Annunciation came up today, hereabouts, and I went looking for something that might pay homage to the delight it brought me, and perhaps pass said delight along: came across this, at the sumptuous gardenhistorygirl (some blog! love it. more pics here, and of course there).

The angel, above, is by William Edmondson.

"Edmondson (1874-1951) was the child of freed slaves (his last name is the name of the farm just outside of Nashville to which he 'belonged'), and he called his sculptures miracles," notes Arcady on her blog. She's got other good info on him, here. He was the first African-American to have a one man show at the MoMA (1937). Arcady notes that Edmondson carved the sculptures "in his front yard and sold them for a few dollars along with vegetables at his roadside stand. Now they sell for six figures." She also mentions that:

"The fleeting recognition during his lifetime never affected Edmondson’s own assessment of his art. 'I was just doing the Lord’s work,' he said in one interview. 'I didn’t know I was no artist until them folks come and told me I was.' Indeed, in every existing interview with Edmondson, he consistently credited God when asked about his work and never referred to himself as an artist."

Good Fortune Hunting

"Good fortune

only arrives

when you share

your happiness

with other people."

Be Still My Heart: Siberian Wooden Houses

I love Shedworking, a wonderful blog from the U.K.

Siberian Wooden Houses is the newest post. Too wonderful.

More in Shedworking: see the office garden view of our best red-headed architect-president...I have been a great fan, since college in good ol' Virginny, of the way T.J. used windows--especially when they doubled as floor-to-ceiling triple-sash doors. Brilliance. 

And I've mentioned this one before, but it is an all-time favorite. Beach Hut Tuesday. I'm packing my bags right now; surely, there is a beach hut waiting for me in Barcelona...

Above, a mysterious set of doors from the Albrecht Durer house in Nuremberg. They might've been right at home in one of those groovy Siberian Huts, eh?