Round and about.
Basque red. You can buy it in tins, but the peeling patina takes more like years.
Windows and ex-windows.
Chapel at Bascassan, more later, but not much.
A notaire's in the Bearnaise.
Always did love that shade of blue.
Almost midwinter.
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11 comments:
I love your photos!
Yes.. but I itch to wield a paintbrush. (I clearly have no soul.)
Ooh lovely, I love the blue doors!
In fact, may I save a couple of these photographs for painting reference please Lucy? I'd love to use the first blue door in something :)
Great red. And straight angles? Who needs 'em.
the blue-green of the last two doors makes my soul sing.
Oh, those blues are just wonderful. I wish I had somewhere that I could do that....
Not even in New England can we callow American youths find that sort of architecture. Wonderful.
lovely textures and colours in these photos
I love the shades of blue, also the swamp frog green in the first photo. These are windows and shutters with character.
Those blue doors. We've spoken about them before; they have an E. Nesbit quality. One of these days I shall open such a door and walk through. I shall find myself being asked to come to the front of the class and endure another beating; I will walk up to the master offering the invitation (His initials were JAV, by the way); tell him he's about to die from a mixture of sadism and lack of imagination; cause his spine to separate between the fourth and fifth vertebrae making a sound like snapped celery. And you know what: I don't particularly like celery, except in soups, certain types of stew... no, no, this mustn't end in anti-climax.
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