June 25, 2011

Read With Us: Wuthering Heights

by Hannah Harding
This month's book for Read With Me La Porte Rouge book club was Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte. A beautifully written novel, though its dark descriptions of violently passionate love and its consequent destruction of life has always made it a difficult story for me to read. The misery the characters inflict on themselves and on others maddens me to no end, but I do admire the starkly wonderful way in which Emily Bronte lets the tale unfold.

I thought for sure I would have a difficult time finding images that accurately reflect the darkness and all consuming passion of this story until I stumbled upon the artist and illustrator Hannah Harding. She has portrayed so beautifully some of the novel's text for a project titled "Picturing Words". I hope you enjoy her depictions as much as I do! And be sure to check out Hannah's blog, Her White Hart, to see more of her great work.


"'Ah, your favourites are among these?' I continued, turning to an obscure cushion full of something like cats.
'A strange choice of favourites!' she observed scornfully.
Unluckily, it was a heap of dead rabbits."
"Wuthering' being a significant provincial adjective, descriptive of the atmospheric tumult to which its station is exposed in stormy weather. Pure, bracing ventilation they must have up there at all times, indeed: one may guess the power of the north wind blowing over the edge, by the excessive slant of a few stunted firs at the end of the house; and by a range of gaunt thorns all stretching their limbs one way, as if craving alms of the sun."
"A sorrowful sight I saw: dark night coming down prematurely, and sky and hills mingled in one bitter whirl of wind and suffocating snow."
"That's a turkey's,' she murmured to herself; 'and this is a wild duck's; and this is a pigeon's. Ah, they put pigeons' feathers in the pillows - no wonder I couldn't die! Let me take care to throw it on the floor when I lie down. And here is a moor-cock's; and this - I should know it among a thousand - it's a lapwing's. Bonny bird; wheeling over our heads in the middle of the moor. It wanted to get to its nest, for the clouds had touched the swells, and it felt rain coming. This feather was picked up from the heath, the bird was not shot: we saw its nest in the winter, full of little skeletons. Heathcliff set a trap over it, and the old ones dared not come. I made him promise he'd never shoot a lapwing after that, and he didn't. Yes, here are more! Did he shoot my lapwings, Nelly? Are they red, any of them? Let me look.'"
"About midnight, while we still sat up, the storm came rattling over the Heights in full fury. There was a violent wind, as well as thunder, and either one or the other split a tree off at the corner of the building: a huge bough fell across the roof, and knocked down a portion of the east chimney-stack, sending a clatter of stones and soot into the kitchen-fire. We thought a bolt had fallen in the middle of us; and Joseph swung on to his knees, beseeching the Lord to remember the patriarchs Noah and Lot, and, as in former times, spare the righteous, though he smote the ungodly."
"In my flight through the kitchen I bid Joseph speed to his master; I knocked over Hareton, who was hanging a litter of puppies from a chair-back in the doorway; and, blessed as a soul escaped from purgatory, I bounded, leaped, and flew down the steep road; then, quitting its windings, shot direct across the moor, rolling over banks, and wading through marshes: precipitating myself, in fact, towards the beacon-light of the Grange. And far rather would I be condemned to a perpetual dwelling in the infernal regions than, even for one night, abide beneath the roof of Wuthering Heights again.'"

[all images and corresponding text courtesy of Hannah Harding via Her White Hart]

June 14, 2011

A-round and A-bout: Lines & Sky

Lately on my neighborhood walks, I've been captivated by the stark contrast of the power lines against the soft blue of the sky. Geometric zig zags cutting and darting in all directions on the azure canvas of nature...beautiful!


June 1, 2011

Weekend Snapshots

Our long three day weekend was filled with lots of lovely things, like...
 Toast with lots of jam...
 Red ripened tomatoes...
 Hot hot peppers...
 A sea of sunflowers...
 Sunset walks...
 An indifferent giraffe...
 Midday naps...
 Bbq sandwiches and apple slaw...
 Good good time fillers...
And homemade caramel brownie sundaes!

Hoping your long weekend was as deliciously lovely as ours!
 

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