‘Gothic Black Rose Aeonium’
The reality of this recently posted shot was way more colourful.
But this is what my mind’s eye saw…
‘Their Name Liveth Forever’
…a memorial immortal inscription…
‘Black Rose Aeonium’
‘Only One Angel’
“If you want to know what pulls me through
I have only one angel, …that one angel is you”
–‘Only One Angel’ – Jimmy LaFave (Texan singer-songwriter)
This post, by the way, marks 1000 posts on Ebb Then Flood – it is dedicated to my guardian angels – those who saved me, sustain me, and watch over me always – thank you.
…buried in branches…
‘Five Iron Fleurs-de-Lys’
… gothic corner…
‘Gothic Arboretum II’
More dark in the park; see also Gothic Arboretum
Fronds, boughs, leaves…and shadows.
They don’t last forever though, and they serve to give perspective to light.
You can’t grow without them both.
Apparently ‘Braemar’ is the sole late-Victorian period house in Auckland’s central city area still in use as a residence.
Despite its blackened exterior, this is one of my favourite local buildings, with its gothic exterior architrave; the name proud above the arch; wrought iron fence; lace curtains; and the glow of a welcoming light within.
Believe me, there’s been an awful lot of crappy, inconsequential stuff erected around this baby since it was built.
It is a tenacious, grimy survivor and that is something I always admire – in people, and in anything that outlasts the others of its ilk.
Yesterday’s post Truly Twisted‘s vine picture gets the gothic makeover.
I have the flu and am struggling in the fizzing positivity stakes, in case you couldn’t guess. Rehashing an image is certainly not beneath me today.
Today’s not so inspiring words to match come from the heavy metal heart of Glen Danzig:
“Got a little twist of Cain, from the god below “
(Danzig, ‘Twist Of Cain’)
Murder, check. Satan, check.
…add them to the list of unpleasant twisty things.
Medieval, fantastical – a gurning gargoyle projects outwards from a cathedral wall.
I love the sheer needlessness of gargoyles, and their impossibility.
This gargoyle is also a chimera, a genetic hybrid of two different creatures,in this case something doglike with bird wings.
A chimera also means an idea that is absurd or simply impossible.
I initially thought there was only one gargoyle in this picture. On closer examination I think there might actually be three more smaller ones on the buttress below our winged friend,one upside down.
Maybe I am imagining it.
That would be impossible…
Sixty one metres of Victorian Gothic goodness towers above Edinburgh’s Princes Street, in tribute to literary great Sir Walter Scott.
The monument is grimy and blackened with weather and age and is all the more striking for it.
The below view, in darkened silhouette, emphasises the spectral in the structure.
Scott was a man of letters – novelist, playwright, historian. I, on the other hand, am somewhat of a philistine – his monument appears to me as if Dracula had a hand in designing Thunderbird 3(the coolest Thunderbirds rocket)!
Continuing on from the last post, Turret House ,here is the other place mentioned therein, the so-called “Tin Man House’. I guess because of the turret’s likeness to the hat worn by that character in ‘The Wizard Of Oz’, not because it has no heart…it does.
This gothic beauty ,with its white paintwork gleaming in the sunlight,looks harmless enough right now,but at midnight on a moonless night I reckon the turret would be more akin to the Wicked Witch’s hat, and emanating serious spookiness and evil… I won’t be creeping round in the dark to find out though…
Cool house turret in Ponsonby, inner Auckland City.
Turrets are alluring to me.
Gothic charm, for sure.
Any shape, as long as it fits the bill – round, square, hexagonal, octagonal even; flat- topped or pointy like a witch’s hat.
Something left over from ancient times; a throwback.
A detached but special view over the world below.
Exclusive – most of them are not built for a crowd. Party for one, or two, maybe?
They reek of twisted fairy tales. A friend recognised a house from a photo I took of another turreted specimen nearby to this one, and told me it was known to him as the ‘The Tin Man House’.
Lastly,the very fact that they are not essential to the structure of whatever building they are tacked onto, but utterly transform the place when added. A paradox of design!