The last day of 2014 graced us with sunshine and coolish but pleasant temperatures. In the afternoon, we rode our bikes, with Black Jack in her basket, over the Cambie Bridge to Caffè Cittadella. Bill, my best model ever, posed for me before we left the café.We stopped on the bridge on the way home. The fence is quite ordinary..
but I'll share it with TexWisGirl's Good Fences because it is a good fence,
simple but serviceable, and because Bill and Black Jack in front of it, and the mountains behind it, were part of the good feeling of the ride.
Thanks, Theresa for hosting. It is an eye-opener for me every week to see the variety of photos submitted.
This fence is at the front entrance to a neighbourhood school. I have long admired the metal art on it..
you might enjoy the familiar activities portrayed with such vivid colours and realistic shapes.
Turner's excitement when Mary Somerville (Lesley Manville) arrives to demonstrate the magnetic properties of violet,
the physical effort of preparing paint colours barely touch the surface of ways you will begin to feel immersed in the time and culture.
I couldn't resist taking a couple of screen shots of fences while I was there :)
However, the shots that truly took my breath away couldn't be photographed. I just didn't dare. They were too exquisite to ruin with a poor imitation. For the photography alone,
I would recommend this movie. One question that haunted me throughout, and actually has been in my mind for a while, is to what extent we should forgive geniuses their obsessions when they come at the expense of the feelings and sometimes, the very lives, of the people closest to them. Mr. Turner was simultaneously a sweet, sensitive soul and an unfeeling, boorish cad. Does genius excuse poor behaviour for you? Or, do you simply put the genius in one category and the person in another. Somehow, I've never quite been able to do that. I'd sure love to know what you think. Thank you so much for visiting.