Oh, my! For a moment there, Petrea, I thought you'd come in secret to Europe and had let loose your camera in Rome or Athens. Could this really be America? I gasp in awe, my senses reeling. Such taste! Such elegant refinement. A pinnacle of classical perfection such as this renders Parthenon and Pantheon so much kitsch trash. The very Renaissance itself never reached such dizzying heights of æsthetic splendour. The Sistine Chapel? Pah! Michelangelo's David? A pale shadow. Europe bows - indeed geneflucts - at the feet of such a wonder.
If I had to choose between the Virgin on the half-shell, the plaster swan with green feathers all askew, or the carnival prize dog, I'd choose ...none of them!
" OK, Let's get this fountain filled with water. Then the Holy Gal is going to turn the water into wine. Think the California Gold Rush of 1849 was big? You aint seen nuttin' yet."
Ms. M's comment made me realize that it's hard to tell if the dog is real or not! I hadn't thought of that. It's a stuffed toy. When I saw it, I didn't know if a child had placed it there (sweet) or an adult (odd, at the very least).
You people made me laugh, starting with the "Diveatribe" and on through the day. Many thanks.
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I feel better about Monday already!
Oh, my!
For a moment there, Petrea, I thought you'd come in secret to Europe and had let loose your camera in Rome or Athens.
Could this really be America? I gasp in awe, my senses reeling. Such taste! Such elegant refinement. A pinnacle of classical perfection such as this renders Parthenon and Pantheon so much kitsch trash. The very Renaissance itself never reached such dizzying heights of æsthetic splendour. The Sistine Chapel? Pah! Michelangelo's David? A pale shadow. Europe bows - indeed geneflucts - at the feet of such a wonder.
Uh..."pied a terrier," possibly?
Nope, I don't know where to start.
If I had to choose between the Virgin on the half-shell, the plaster swan with green feathers all askew, or the carnival prize dog, I'd choose ...none of them!
" OK, Let's get this fountain filled with water. Then the Holy Gal is going to turn the water into wine. Think the California Gold Rush of 1849 was big? You aint seen nuttin' yet."
Some garden statuary is more lively than others...
Our Lady of Perpetual Camp.
But where's the kitchen sink?
The Five Layers of Heaven.
I didn't know my Italian relatives had moved to Pasadena.
I can't tell if the dog is real or stuffed, but it looks like it's seeing a vision and must consult with the blessed oracle.
There, but for the grace of God...
my vote is for pied a terrier
Our lady of...what's with the dog? Seems like you've got everything in this... an amalgamation of plant ornaments and religion.
Puppy: "Dang this water rationing. I want a drink!"
Ms. M's comment made me realize that it's hard to tell if the dog is real or not! I hadn't thought of that. It's a stuffed toy. When I saw it, I didn't know if a child had placed it there (sweet) or an adult (odd, at the very least).
You people made me laugh, starting with the "Diveatribe" and on through the day. Many thanks.
Our Lady of the Craftsman Cottage...
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