For those who chance by, I know you’re all agog, positively breathless, with hearts pounding with suspense, to learn the latest developments in Henry James’ The Tragic Muse. And, not to be a tease, a lot has happened since that opening luncheon in Paris and our first glimpse of the Dormer family. Since we’ve met indecisive, artistic Nick and his ambitious mom (aka “Lady Agnes”) several key players have moved into position and the scene has shifted from Paris to England. Miriam Rooth, the tragic muse of the title, has appeared center stage, in all her glorious egotism, indecisive Nick has made a (tentative) career decision, a bad influence has reared his tempting head, and so on. And — guess what? You’re going to have to wait to hear about it because my primarily activity this week is viewing not verbalizing!
Since I’m a lady of semi-leisure for the next week or so, I decided on a pilgrimage to visit the temple:
Opps! Wrong temple! I mean this one …….
Like all great temples, it has a fabulous interior …..
….and lots of devotional objects of various types
And when you tire of one pilgrimage site, there’s always another:
with different objects of contemplation …..
It’s all a question of whether you prefer this …
And now — for something completely different — even in winter there are reminders of spring: