at the pavilion – almost dusk
May 5, 2010
the last light of the evening bounces of the stone . . .
. . . the eye naturally looks skyward to the grandeur of the minarets and onion domes but, in fact, the building and the gardens are domestic in scale – with great charm – a piece of Eastern architecture sitting quite naturally within a piece of English Landscape design (first restoration 1823) . . .
. . round by ‘the front’, is it? the rather subtle and good lighting comes on and I am conscious of . .
. . the large open piece of ground which looks sort of purposeful but also feels a bit unsure – the surface is a tad bumpy but maybe that’s part of the ethos of recreating the grounds in period and managing these under good organic principles. Originally these were Regency pleasure gardens for promenading. The forms and shapes would have been curving and flowing with paths gently waving through beds full of ‘natural’ planting. The gardens are empty at 8pm and quite ghostly . . .
. . the entrance through which all the carriages arrived . . .
. . and a phormium which arrived in England before 1830 and, although it looks totally out of sorts within the other planting, it has a right to be here!
Looking more closely at the decoration on the building, foliage and branches in the foreground seem to merge into the background to create a totally filigree composition.
The evening light is dropping fast – quite ethereal – magical images in my brain and off to the Dome to listen to some ‘oud’ and ‘the silence between the notes’. Claude Debussy.