These sculptures were photographed last weekend at the Maryland State House in my home town of Annapolis. Marylanders are very proud of their state house. It is the only state house in the union that once housed the legislature of the republic. I believe it is the oldest structure of its kind in the country that is still in its original use. As I’ve mentioned more than once, we are so proud of the State House that it is featured on the twenty-five cent piece for Maryland. Ben Franklin, William Pitt, and an anonymous woman are my submissions for this particular week’s Saturday Sculpture. Cheers!
Had she lived in a different era, then Queen Pirouette would have known that it was simply a viral infection that took several of her children away from her so early in their lives. When Little GarGar took ill at eight years of age, he’d shown every sign of being a healthy and robust child. Sadly, in the eighth Winter of his life, what was certainly an influenza virus killed him in a matter of days. The physics had pulled their beards and made grand pronouncements in dead languages, assuring her that all would be well on one hand, and then warning her of dreadful outcomes with the other.
To see her boy suffer so, and after a day or two, show every sign of recovering, only to die a few days after that broke the Queen’s heart solidly in two. The half that continued to beat did so only for her husband and children. All the rest- wealth, power, glory, even beauty, were secondary to Her Majesty for the rest of her life. When it was her turn shuffle off of this mortal coil, she would be called Queen Pirouette the Wise by her grateful subjects.
Primroses! The Time is Now!
But wait! There’s more!
When I was a child, my understanding of fog was framed thus: the clouds were simply coming down from the sky to visit us on the ground. Then there’s that horribly cloying song, written my Joni Mitchell and sung by Judy Collins, Both Sides Now. At any rate, here is my beloved Weems Creek on a foggy morning for Cee’s Black and White Challenge.
Maxwell surveys his domain; that is, the backyard. Inside he is primus inter pares with three other cats, but outside he rules. Even our fox cuts him a wide birth. (Forgive the nautical analogy, but I do live on the Chesapeake Bay!)
A visit to the local mall affords an opportunity for the Thursday Door challenge as well as an interesting selfie!