“ In spring it is the dawn that is most beautiful. As the light creeps over the hills, their outlines are dyed a faint red and wisps of purplish cloud trail over them.
In summer the nights. Not only when the moon shines, but on dark nights too, as the fireflies flit to and fro, and even when it rains, how beautiful it is!
In autumn, the evenings, when the glittering sun sinks close to the edge of the hills and the crows fly back to their nests in threes and fours and twos; more charming still is a file of wild geese, like specks in the distant sky. When the sun has set, one's heart is moved by the sound of the wind and the hum of the insects.
In winter the early mornings. It is beautiful indeed when snow has fallen during the night, but splendid too when the ground is white with frost; or even when there is no snow or frost, but it is simply very cold and the attendants hurry from room to room stirring up the fires and bringing charcoal, how well this fits the season's mood! But as noon approaches and the cold wears off, no one bothers to keep the braziers alight, and soon nothing remains but piles of white ashes.”
In summer the nights. Not only when the moon shines, but on dark nights too, as the fireflies flit to and fro, and even when it rains, how beautiful it is!
In autumn, the evenings, when the glittering sun sinks close to the edge of the hills and the crows fly back to their nests in threes and fours and twos; more charming still is a file of wild geese, like specks in the distant sky. When the sun has set, one's heart is moved by the sound of the wind and the hum of the insects.
In winter the early mornings. It is beautiful indeed when snow has fallen during the night, but splendid too when the ground is white with frost; or even when there is no snow or frost, but it is simply very cold and the attendants hurry from room to room stirring up the fires and bringing charcoal, how well this fits the season's mood! But as noon approaches and the cold wears off, no one bothers to keep the braziers alight, and soon nothing remains but piles of white ashes.”
The
Outfit:
Black daisy wrap dress: Celia Birtwell for Topshop, via ebay
Vintage 70s blue dress: from ebay
Blue floral skirt worn as petticoat: New
Look, very old
Vintage 30s fur
cape: made by late granny Kiki for Kiki Couture
Pale blue jewelled gloves: a christmas gift I gave to late granny Penny years ago
Vintage Chinese paper and wood parasol: from late granny Kiki
Pink hoop earrings: gift from a friend
Black wellies: Hunter, via ebay
The
Soundtrack
Of Monsters & Men: My Head Is An Animal
Photographs taken
by me, self portraits using the self timer on my cheap digital camera.
I'm delighted to be a part of Visible Monday,
hosted by the lovely Patti from www.notdeadyetstyle.blogspot.co.uk, click on the
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