When Parliament gathered, there was barely enough space for all the sitting members. The King’s representative, the Chancellor sat behind a long wooden table in a large ornate chair. From there, he directed the activities of the members of the House according to the rules of Saint Olaf. Lacking ornamentation, the chamber was adequate for the purposes of parliament; that is, endless debates.
Princess Pirouette the Younger and her older sister Princess Gargella were both in big trouble with their parents. They’d committed the one unforgivable transgression; that is, they had been rude to an underling. Everyday of their lives they’d been instilled by their parents with the supreme importance of being polite at all times.
“No matter the occasion, when you are in public, smile!” Their mother had told them. “Always extend your hand to a courtier that he may kiss it.” “Never complain.” “You must be a beacon of civility.” On and on the strictures were pronounced upon them by their elders.
Here I submit some serious signage for the Which Way Photo Challenge.
I thought that this wrought iron arch looked groovy in the early morning light. There’s a hint of road in the lower righthand corner. Note the red Mustang that belongs to my beloved Dana. I’m one of the only people allowed to drive the sacred automobile.
Sculpture Saturday from Mind over Memory.