#732 theoldmortuary ponders

Finding ourselves in the corner of an Art gallery.

After Coffee and Architecture the hunt for Art Galleries and tiny gardens was our motivation and route maker in Venice. The Peggy Guggenhein Collection was a fabulous destination because,not only did it have all  three targeted pleasure points, but the building itself it was also the subject of a book I had chosen as my holiday read.

A faacinating book because so many of the artists who were previously unknown to us, and many who are well known put in frequent appearances in the book. Palazzo Venier was the home to three unusual art and artist-loving women. Luisa Casati, Doris Castlerosse and Peggy Guggenheim.

The corners of this Palazzo hold so many secrets. I am not sure about defining interesting women by the amount or variety of sexual partners they have. But while living in this very peaceful and calm building these women lived quite the life. And goodness me this book tells the reader that this house has seen some action. Not just artistic types either. Churchill visited for R and R and happy endings when, given that he was a World Leader his mind should quite properly have been elsewhere.

The last owner before this home became a gallery is buried in the beautiful garden courtyard with her beloved dogs. Which answers, for her, the question below.

What are your favorite animals?

After an international life of great wealth and the friendship of some of the world’s most famous artists. Peggy Guggenheim chose to be buried beneath Venetian skies with her pet dogs.

It is easy to imagine how that decision was made. There is an astonishing sense of peace and calm under the blue skies of a November day in her last resting place.

My favourite painting from this particular collection of hers is also superbly peaceful. Which proves, I suppose that peace can be found anywhere if you look hard enough.

Empire of Light by Rēne Margritte

#727 theoldmortuary ponders.

Do you trust your instincts?

I do trust my instincts to hunt for interesting images, but for accurate travelling I trust the App Citymapper far more. Our last few days in Rome and the daily 20,000 step count has got us to exactly where we have needed to be, thanks to Citymapper. Once we have delivered ourselves to the right location it is time to trust instinct to fine tune the hunt for the unusual. Rome was extraordinarily full of texture, history and Faith.

There is an awful lot of bling involved in Catholicism, not my thing at all. But I found a simple iron cross, some   Sgraffito and some votive candles in a tiny back street. I layered the three together to get a much more humble image of  the textures of Christianity than is normal for Rome.

Texture was definitely the defining experience of walking around Rome. Everything is beautiful and fascinating but the small unplanned details stopped us in our tracks.

Every excursion challenged our feet and minds. Pavements were poorly maintained but older cobbled areas maintained their integrity.

Gorgeous buildings were connected by slightly tatty walls but with so much more interest than a perfectly plastered finish

But history also found its way through perfect plastering.

And old doors told other stories.

New doors too get a bit of a tweak.

Even beige can be interesting in a new city.

#724 theoldmortuary ponders.

Coffee Academics Hong Kong

What is your favorite place to go in your city?

In my city or any other I always like to regularly inhabit coffee shops. Particularly independent or very very small chain coffee shops. As I write this I am heading towards Italy, some would argue that I am heading to the worlds leading coffee nation. I am sure that soon enough I will have some good coffee stories to share.

Balzacs Toronto

#723 theoldmortuary ponders

What book are you reading right now?

A little extra ponder for the weekend. I am currently reading Mothers Boy by Patrick Gale.

Normally I might not answer this prompt but this particular book, author and subject are almost the foundation of my love of reading . The Mother’s Boy at the centre of this novel is the poet Charles Causley who wrote a poem called Timothy Winters.

At the heart of the poem is a disadvantaged boy living in post-war Britain. Someone whose opportunities the Welfare State was designed to improve. It was probably the first working class poem I had ever been exposed to.

I have stuck with Causley ever since.  Then I moved near to Launceston where he lived and became familiar with the geography of his home town.  This beautiful portrait of him was done by an artist I know.

http://www.faithchevannes.com

I have read many factual books about Charles Causley but this fictional version, based on facts, of his life is so enjoyable. By an author who never puts a foot wrong, in my opinion. I am having a good weekend in my bookish moments

#719 theoldmortuary ponders

War, Peace and Gangnam

What part of your routine do you always try to skip if you can?

If something is successfully skipped from a routine, often enough, I would suggest that it is no longer in the routine. I routinely read the daily prompts from Jetpack, via my WordPress Blog platform. But I skip them more often than I respond. I don’t try to skip them. They are mostly of no interest and eminently skippable. Unless like this one I can give it a few moments of ponder. Before I pondered or blogged on a daily basis I already took random photographs The two I am sneaking into this blog were taken 5 years ago in Seoul. They have appeared in blogs before but they are actually 5 years old today, so an anniversary outing and a random ponder with nowhere to go is a useful combination.

Dozing over a book.

#717 theoldmortuary ponders.

Checking the morning weather.

What is good about having a pet?

I have had pets all my life so I have no way to judge the merits of pet owning versus not. For me the game changer was becoming a dog owner. No longer able to allow my pets to just be. Dogs required more of me than any cat/ guinea pig/ rabbit or mouse. Dogs do not passively love in return for good food, a clean environment and affection. Dogs actively love. This was a shock to me 10 years ago when I became a first time dog owner. But the biggest benefit of dog owning is the regular and at times tedious walks that they require. I had 42 years of a career in medical imaging. A working life spent often in basements with blackout screens on windows. As a non dog owner I believed that I loved walking. Walking on weekends or days off is not the same as walking three times a day, often on more or less the same routes. I am very very lucky with my dog walking. For a long while the dogs were walked in the epic landscape of London, then for a while on a Cornish nature reserve and now on a peninsula of land surrounded on three sides by the sea. For the first time in my life, dog walking connected me to the changes of the seasons on my daily walks. I am acutely tuned in to the minor changes of my outdoor environment.

I still go for different walks on weekends as a treat, but the daily walks are the foundations of my life. They punctuate the day, make me weather and daylight aware. Sometimes they are the inspiration for this blog. I talk to strangers. I notice things…

#712 theoldmortuary ponders.

Do you need time?

This painting is on a noticeboard near one of my regular dog walks at Mount Wise. I see it so often and yet until yesterday I had never given it time. It is painted in the style of an Old Master and features a rural bucolic theme of a shepherd tending his sheep, overlooking the Hamoaze. For the first time ever I realised that the painting has modern super yachts moored at one of the pontoons. I am going to have to go back and actually read the noticeboard now. Give it some time in fact.

I suppose I was alert to incongruity yesterday.

Yesterday a German warship sailed, as they often do, up towards Devonport Dockyard. Not something that would have been calmly observed in 1943!

https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/German_frigate_Rheinland-Pfalz_(F225)

No shepherds, no super yachts, no German warships.

#709 theoldmortuary ponders

What are your favorite websites?

32 years ago this was not even a question. The first website went up in 1991.

In 1991 a favourite website looked like this.

In 1991 we would all have been quite used to questions about our favourite music, food or books and any other of millions of experiences. For most of us these questions cause a fair amount of thinking/pondering. Favourite things need placement, timing and circumstance. You could ask me to create a list of my ten favourite things today and I could probably come up with an interesting list. Tomorrow that list might have some different answers. Next year my list may be significantly different. I am fairly certain a favourite website will never feature in my lists. However reliant I am on the World Wide Web I can’t see a time when I would ever bother to have, or even think about having a favourite website. The real world is so much more worthy of being favourited.

#708 theoldmortuary ponders.

An early or timely blog appears hard on the heels of a late one. Today’s prompt from my blog hosts is a strange one for a whole host of reasons, all of them impractical. But for the sake of a fantasy natter I would choose the ages of 15 and 16 to repeat. In much the same mindset as repeating an exam that I failed or required a higher mark from. Do it again and do it better.

Is there an age or year of your life you would re-live?

There was much, in my opinion, that I got right. But goodness, some confidence would have made things better. One thing that I wish I had realised I got right was my choice of Lipstick. If only I had known that No. 7 Plum Beautiful, was the Pinnacle Lipstick of choice for me. Life could have been simpler if I had known that my first tentative purchase at a make- up counter was ‘the one.’

It would not be the ages of 15 and 16 if I don’t mention sex. How I wish I had known less about it, my mother ran sexual health clinics. The nuts and bolts. The nitty gritty. The facts plain and simple, felt indelibly etched onto every part of me. I wanted no part of it because I knew too much. I hid myself in books. Lord of the Rings and War and Peace. Books so big and so lacking in any form of romance or lust that I could immerse myself away from the hurly burly of a normal adolescence.

I discovered a love for live music and dancing. Happily attending gigs all over the place, often alone and relying on public transport. That world was not a scary space for me.

If only I could have lived those vivid, vibrant years with wisdom and more friends.

All my own faults of course, nobody forced me to be that way. Thank goodness I got the lipstick right.

Sometimes I wonder if I should read The Lord of the Rings and War and Peace again…

#704 theoldmortuary ponders.

Here I am the original Halloween grinch starting a blog with a carved pumpkin on the 31st of October. Needs must. I have 3 granddaughters, something has to give. Hannah, who has lived in North America, feels much warmer towards the event and carved a vomiting pumpkin.

I am going to have to find a way around my long held dislike. Eventually I can introduce the small people to the Mexican Day of the Dead. A festival I very much admire, who wouldn’t want one last party before entering a different realm.

Maybe we will enter a new phase of marking Halloween with pumpkins good food and wholesome autumness. A Harvest Festival/ Halloween mash up. Maybe with some magic wishes from good witches thrown in.

As if by magic, coincidence or me being sneaky the blog host suggestion for today mentions wishes from a genie. Agnostic in the mystical world and the religious I will take my wishes from whatever source is offering them.

You have three magic genie wishes, what are you asking for?

World Peace and good health for all knocks off two wishes instantly. But the third would have to stay in my pocket. I would need to observe the chaos I had caused by using the first two. No one ever gives parameters or protocols with wishes. The strength or longevity of the wish is never mentioned. Surely wishes should come with a set of instructions or a users guide. Improvising or just hoping for the best seems somewhat irresponsible. Maybe my very first wish should be for some learned guidance, in life and in fantasy.