by Lynn Wienck, The Chisholm Trail Bookstore
The weather has been every which way; rain with cold — the kind that when you walk in the door sopping wet steam rises from your clothes, to spring and warmer. Daylight savings takes me a couple of days to adjust to as I like to wake to daylight. It makes it easier to rise (and shine).
The Bayeux Tapestry by David M. Wilson has been started — the shrinkwrap removed and the book opened. Such wonderful photographs. Of the tapestry itself, it’s not really a tapestry, rather wool embroidery on linen, repaired since it was sewn and the rougher for wear. It’s two dimensions, but it looks like three dimensions. Across the top is Latin explaining each “scene” and at the bottom and sometimes the top is a border of other things. It certainly is alive with characters, ships, and sometimes red horses, and along the bottom Aesop’s Fables and other stuff. (For reference: Aesop 620-560 BCE) At the rear of the book, is the translation from Latin to English and an historical explanation of the scenes in the tapestry.
Started, finished, and twice read is Wonderstruck by Brian Selznick. The tale is not about museums, libraries, nor bookstores, but all are integral to the story. It’s in illustrations and words about two children who seek to explore their world and work with what life hands them. It’s a fast read, but a slow think.
I like museums. There’s a nice natural history museum about 75 miles up the road. Sometimes, I go and look at the dinosaurs or the travelling exhibits. Last time I went there was an exhibit on the art of New Guinea. New Guinea is an island, a large island, off Australia. The New Guinea art is primitive and vibrant and unique: masks and all. Did time stand still somewhere?
While it was raining, I made a trip to the theatre for “John Carter” which was marvelous space opera. I’ve never read any of the Mars books by Edgar Rice Burroughs, and can’t begin to tell you if the film followed the book. “Princess of Mars” was the basis for the film according to the credits. The scenery (which I think is Utah with the Colorado pea-green River cutting through the red-orange rocks) is stunning.
I’m still trying to rise (and shine) here. Heck, I’ll settle for rising.