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HENRIETTA HOMER - TWO BLACKBERRIES ON A BLACKBERRY CANE This is detail from a watercolor painted by Winslow Homer's mother. I see three faces, three boys with what looks like fur hats. My red markings on the image are very thin. This image is photographed from Hendricks. Unfortunately, I have not found a better source for the image. The three circled images are very similar to images I see in various other works of Winslow Homer starting with Farm Scene 1847 to and including Driftwood 1910. In my photo, only the center boy is sufficiently detailed to stand by itself. The other two are less distinct and only imagined/recognized because of the context of the grouping with the center boy. (I also see other items in this work, not presented here.) |
If thou wouldst view fair Melrose aright,Viewing the sunset is one thing, but Allston's connection of that activity to Melrose Abbey, which had an association with ghosts over many centuries, adds significantly more significance to his repeating those specific lines. It seems reasonable to put it this way: After church in the evening, Allston would take people out to "see things" in the sunset. Richard Dana, Jr. wrote that his Uncle Allston believed in the reality of the spirit world. There is overwhelming evidence of this. Here is but one. Consider Allston's poem,
Go visit it by the pale moonlight.
(see Moses F. Sweetser, Allston, Boston, Houghton Osgood, 1879, p. 133 ff.) Note: Melrose Abbey is well known for its ghosts.
O, now I feel as though another sense,
From heaven descending, had informed my soul;
I feel the pleasurable, full control
Of Grace, harmonious, boundless, and intense.
In thee, celestial Group, embodied lives
The subtile mystery, that speaking gives
Itself resolved; the essences combined
Of Motion ceaseless, Unity complete.
Borne like a leaf by some soft eddying wind,
Mine eyes, impelled as by enchantment sweet,
From part to part with circling motion rove,
Yet seem unconscious of the power to move;
From line to line through endless changes run,
O'er countless shapes, yet seem to gaze on One.