An Extended Dance

An undercurrent of sadness has been running through my heart recently, that and joy (and electricity), and on this pleasant Easter Sunday (which I do not celebrate, although the idea of a brunch at Wallse sounds good but not solo), I just thought I would share a fun photograph from my visit to the bookstore.

As you may remember, I was very much interested in the work of Anthony Powell in his "A Dance to the Music of Time" (seen through the lens of the television series, although I did buy a complete hardcover edition of his books- although not in the splendid 12 volume british set from the 1960s).  The edition currently available has a great spine, which features each season from the painting of the same name (which I had saw to my delight in London at the Wallace Collection a few months ago), but on the bookshelves my eyes caught sight of this lovely image- the exuberance of early spring, followed by the strong repeat of summer, and then autumn (with different coloring, a gesture of leaves fading and dying), and then finally dancing right on through to  the last and expected movement of winter (death).

dance until the last dance.