Angels and winged lions: Venetian encounters
Dancing Beastie’s name is inspired by the gryphon rampant on the family crest. But a gryphon (or griffin) is nothing compared to the beasties I encountered last week. Lucky, lucky me, I have just returned from an indulgent week in Venice. And whenever you look up in that most celebrated island city, your eye alights upon angels, saints, dragons and the splendid, incomparable winged lion of St. Mark, the patron saint of Venice. Here is a melancholy crocodile on a pillar; there an angel’s trumpet echoing a jet trail in the sky. Venice seems to the visitor to have an extra dimension compared to other places, an easy familiarity with the divine and the fantastical. No wonder so many of us are drawn under its spell.
As you may imagine, I took hundreds of photos. I was doing a course in book art and have so much I’d like to share. Meanwhile, at home, a kindly September has mellowed into a frosty autumn while Dancing Beastie has languished in the doldrums. It has been a blessed end to the summer, culminating in Venice and now a new puppy! So there is lots to tell, and I will be back to tell a little of it (and show you some puppy pictures, of course) just as soon as the boys’ half-terms allow me to catch my breath – and sort out my photos. See you soon.