"The Unmade Bed"
by Imogen Cunningham
Greetings,
If by chance you haven't as of yet heard, I've spent the last several days in bed with some manner of illness - or possibly exhaustion - or more likely, both . . . lol. And historically, a few days of fever always tend to illuminate one of my design quandaries. But, this time I couldn't find that kind of focus - it seemed much more stream of consciousness, more free formed . . . so, follow along - if you dare . . . .
Wait - did I leave the burner on when I made that last pot of tea ? ? ?
No. Wait a minute. That's not right . . . .
That's more like it - I was in my bed with a newly shipped copy of The Tudors (season three - Jane Seymour and Anne of Cleves). It magically (well, not really magically, I had ordered it from Amazon) arrived on Wednesday and has been my almost constant companion for several days . . . I would awake from a light sleep to a vast panoply of political intrigue with murders and beheadings abounding.
Which, of course, made me think about the "Tudor Galleries" at the National Portrait Gallery in London. A huge collection of portraits, organized chronologically, so one experiences the evolution of art, politics, literature and history - all in one afternoon. I believe that I've wandered through this gallery on each and every trip I've ever made to London. The place is absolutely magical.
I remembered seeing press that one of the newest acquisitions at the gallery being a recent portrait of Princes William and Harry by Nicola Philipps. I find the contrast of rigid formality with the casual posture of youth gives the piece great energy.
Does anyone else recall the rumour-mill running amuck several months back that there might be an announcement from Buckingham Palace on June 3rd or 4th regarding the possible wedding of Prince William? Well, it seems that both dates have passed - and no news as of yet. Though, I guess, my invitation could come in the mail over the weekend. I'll keep you posted.
Or a dog . . .
Wait - did I leave the burner on when I made that last pot of tea ? ? ?
Or, conversely, instead of opening the computer to shop - I could open that very same aforementioned computer - and just start writing again.
Taking the last few weeks away from the blog has been a needed respite . . . but frankly, I've missed it. So as my fever weakens . . . my resolve to start blogging returns . . .
And I'm starving . . .
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