Not Squares

Prize vegetables
Prize vegetables

Although I always enjoy Becky’s months of squares, there’s something about the day after that appeals to my rebellious side. Today I’m sharing pictures with reasons for not squaring them. For example, I couldn’t crop the top one square and keep the feeling of plenty.

Before someone congratulates me, I didn’t grow them. I grew these:

Caterpillar-eaten peas
Caterpillar-eaten peas

No plenty to preserve here. Some of you may remember that my unprotected garden peas suffered from an entirely different kind of cropping.

Then there’s this:

Gresgarth Garden
Gresgarth Garden

Remembering old highway men who would ride up and ask ‘Your money or your life?’, I can’t see this without thinking, ‘The roses or the arched windows?’

I dare say I could have chosen, but I chose not to.

Blueberry pie with almond topping
Blueberry pie with almond topping

And who wants to lose even a spoonful of pie? Not me, especially not a fancy one, like this.

Helen of Troy with curly red hair by Sandys
Helen of Troy by Anthony Frederick Augustus Sandys

To end with, while it would have been tempting to ask what you think of Helen of Troy’s perspective, as depicted here, I positively needed all of these curls. I did have to crop a bit at the top because of reflection from the glass, so technically this is a detail of the original picture in Liverpool’s Walker Art Gallery.

27 Replies to “Not Squares”

  1. That’s the face that launched a thousand ships? What an enigmatic end to end your rebellious post! I am, of course, coveting those windows with the white roses clambering up around them, while cringing at those poor peas.

    Cropping is its own art, isn’t it?

    1. And the caterpillars have got it off to a fine art. Some ate through the pods, but others left all the peas protected by a thin membrane, like these, so I still ate them. They just had to be picked small and sweet. I wouldn’t say I had no qualms about eating something that had come so close to spitty caterpillars, but every pealet was still a joy.

      1. That strange sound you just heard was me laughing out loud. Pealet? Spitty caterpillars? Well, I congratulate you on your harvest, meager though it may be. You are right that such sweetness, hard-gained, is a joy.

  2. You are quite right, not everything can be squared. Is there a story behind the petulant looking Helen? Why was she depicted like this, I wonder. You’ve left us with more questions than you planned perhaps!

    1. Perhaps the only certainty is that her beauty was a burden. Her story has captured so many artists’ imaginations down the centuries and they have all placed upon her perspectives that reflect their own character or the principles of their age. This is the perfect Pre-Raphaelite interpretation for me. I love the expression – it does her more justice than if she was impassive or smiling with tragedy so close at every turn. And as you say, it makes us wonder.

  3. Without reading the caption of the 2nd photo, I thought you made an aerial shot. I see unusual wooden pathways on emerald green lake. Too much imagination, I guess πŸ˜›

    1. It never bothers me too much until squares month comes around. Then, all of a sudden, everything goes awry. πŸ™‚

      The caterpillar that ate these pods was willing to share, so I did get the peas, even though they were more grain sized than pea sized.

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