309. Sitting at my piano…
“For Pete’s sake, look at the time!”
It’s been a leisurely start to the day (like every other day, in fact). I’m eating porridge while idly scrolling through my phone – I’ve fallen in love with one @HenryRothwell on Twitter who shares works of art: landscape paintings, largely, which are pretty much the only way of stepping outside right now. Like this one of Scarborough, painted by Carl Herman in 1930. Isn’t it wonderful?
245 Day 3: Initial impressions
Today’s guide is
Hermann who weaves us through the city’s history as
Expertly as Hans navigates the very low bridges:
Heads down, thumbs up.
Also, much Art –
Girl with a pearl, etc.
Up we climb to our third floor apartment on a staircase designed by
Escher.
171 Everything’s coming up Roses…
And what season is it? asks Julia.
The painting is called ‘The Last Day in the Old Home’. Through the window on its left, we can see leaves turning golden and brown and branches starting to bare. It’s Autumn. The answer’s Autumn. Pick me, Miss. Fifty years ago, I’d have stuck up my hand.
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