Dufy's "Baie des Anges, Nice" (just round the corner from where Mr. Cornflower is this week).
Adam Bruce Thomson "Edinburgh from the North West" (about a mile from where I am).
Now ponder these words and see what images they conjure:
lagoon-like pool, early morning swim, the scent of jasmine wafting over the water, a soft breeze ruffling the palm trees which fringe the Mediterranean, blue sky, warm sea;
exposed playing-fields, school sports day, sharp north wind over damp grass, drizzle, wellington boots, winter coats, standing for three hours, numb extremities, general greyness enlivened only by sweatshirts in house colours.
Yes, The Doc. is in Monte Carlo and I am in Edinburgh. There's something wrong with that sentence, don't you think? Granted, he is working - or at least that's what he calls giving a speech, attending a few seminars and a black-tie dinner, having an afternoon off to go on a yacht. Meanwhile, I'm holding the fort here at home, and doing my maternal duty by braving the cold to attend the twice-postponed sports.
And there's more: the day after his return from Monaco, jet-setting Mr. C. will be going to another exotic location - Glasgow. I doubt I'll get to join him on that trip, either.
Never mind, we've got clean fresh air, nothing much in the way of bugs which bite us and make us ill, and the best whisky in the world! The Doc will have had the hassle of lengthy waiting at airports, and stuffy, suffocating heat....just remind him to bring you back a presie!
Posted by: A Wildlife Gardener | 26 June 2007 at 12:55 PM
I think Mrs. C. deserves a trip to an exotic locale herself, but one perhaps farther afield than Glasgow.
Posted by: Avice | 26 June 2007 at 02:23 PM
I love these two pictures you've found to compare and contrast. The second actually looks appealing to me right now as it is so hot here. However, when I read your lyrical description of the first, well that's where I want to be.
It is difficult when one's significant other gets to experience an exotic locale, isn't it? Even if it's under the pretense of working.
Posted by: tara | 26 June 2007 at 03:55 PM
Great idea showing the two paintings! I'd rather be with you in wellies and cold weather and "general greyness." As much as the world seems to love tropical resorts, give me a cold day in Scotland, anytime. :<)
Posted by: Nan | 26 June 2007 at 08:14 PM
I wonder if Dufy would recognise the Cote d'Azure now. Taking part in Sport's Days, watching them, remembering them, lots of varying emotions. If you do have a holiday in Glasgow next week, I'm sure we'd all love a postcard...yes?
Posted by: carole bruce | 26 June 2007 at 10:42 PM
Oh the contrast! I have been in that situation. One time DH was on his way to Bermuda with the service for two weeks and I was left in snowy Nova Scotia with the children. He had flown in the day before his Bermuda departure from Nfld., and we had shoveled the foot or so of snow that had fallen - but only a footpath up the driveway. We were expecting more snow. At about 5:30 am, he awakened me with a request - 'where was his bathing suit'. Good thing the children were still sleeping, cause this gal was not amused!
Perhaps you can take a little break later on, Cornflower!
Posted by: Peg | 26 June 2007 at 10:51 PM
My DH is currently in the land of perpetual sunshine at the moment while the Kiddies and I languish in the land of eternal rain. 'Life is full of inequities,' say I not-quite-philosophically-with-a-bit-of-begrudging-in-my-voice....
:-)
Posted by: a simple yarn | 27 June 2007 at 12:29 PM
I have that Dufy on the wall (or, rather, a copy thereof...) - I love his paintings. That's probably my favourite of his.
Posted by: Simon | 27 June 2007 at 06:54 PM