Showing posts with label Christmas. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Christmas. Show all posts

Wednesday, December 25, 2019

Christmas Regalia...

The beautiful cathedral at Christmas, with the market at its feet, and the Regalia light and sound show on its majestic façade, celebrating the regal history of this 800-year-old edifice that was the coronation site of the kings of France.
"The Lamb" in William Blake's Songs of Innocence and of Experience (1794), illustrated by Blake
William Blake Digital Materials from the Lessing J. Rosenwald Collection, Library of Congress

 I decided to take photos at dusk and dawn to make a video to set the images of the light on the cathedral to the beautifully haunting music of Sir John Tavener - The Lamb. Tavener's Song for Athene was performed at the funeral of Princess Diana by the Choir of Westminster Abbey...

                        Reims Cathedral - 'The Lamb' by John Tavener - sung by The Tenebrae Choir

The Lamb has been sung several times by The Choir of King’s College, Cambridge for their Festival of Nine Lessons and Carols which takes place each year on Christmas Eve. The version here, however, is sung by The Tenebrae Choir. More impressive than my video-making attempts was the Regalia show, needless to say!

Monday, December 24, 2018

Happy Christmas...


Was hoping to see an early-morning Mount's Bay, in all its glory, for Christmas Eve but it had been entirely hidden by the mist and drizzle! So I walked along through the streets of the town instead and made the most of the raindrops....


Here is Penzance, represented on Christmas Eve in 1897, painted by Stanhope Forbes - the 'Father of the Newlyn School'.


                                                And here it is in 2018! So, wishing a Merry Christmas all round!


Monday, December 25, 2017

A Child was born on Christmas Day...


Apart from the obvious child of the Nativity, another one was actually born in a rather more recent year, albeit some twenty-one winters ago today! Here he was, sleeping peacefully, oblivious to the world... yet fast forward to 2017, and we have a somewhat similar set-up, post-Christmas Eve party!


Happy Christmas; Peace on earth, Goodwill to all mankind.... And finally, let us respect and preserve this Planet we inhabit.


Monday, December 24, 2012

Purrfect Christmas...

Contemplative calm before the storm...


Here's Christmas again, and it has to be said that Oggie has become more sensible with all things Christmassy - well, maybe just the Christmas tree. He did manage to start digging in the bowl of icing sugar yesterday, but kindly did refrain from sneezing in it this time...


The tree itself has not yet been plundered for 'interesting' decorations (from a cat's point of view) so that apart from one white dove that had its head elegantly nimbled off, and a few baubles that were used to play festive feline football, everything is intact! This is quite an exploit and was not always the case... Perhaps he lost a little of his Russian spirit of adventure when we changed his name from Krasnogorsk (Noggin) to Oggie...


The previous two years the tree spent much of the time twitching, trembling and tumbling as Oggie went climbing through and up the very artificial branches in search of goodies. Anything and everything deemed vaguely appealing to a cat was placed higher and higher up the tree until the whole structure became so top-heavy that the slightest feline marauding would have the same result...Timber! The fairy with her glittery feathered wings was obliged to take leave since the very beginning of this failed co-habitation, but that didn't deter Oggie from intrepidly climbing up the tree, King Kong style, in search of the absent fairy Fay Wray.


 Little does Oggie know it, but for part of Christmas Day this year the cat (him) is staying and the mice (us) might be going off to play with an even bigger mouse - at Disney! While our backs are turned Oggie may get up to his own adventures or maybe dream his own stories and fairy tales...He might even be thinking up a plan of action right now...


Maybe he's going to come up with a new swash-buckling mission, Puss-in-Boots style, or maybe he'll just take inspiration from the paper cats and just sit around, decoratively, or maybe not...


Hmm... I wonder what Oggie has in mind...





Wednesday, December 29, 2010

Christina Rossetti - In the Bleak Mid Winter....



The snow has been back at intermittent periods, followed by icy rain which has created beautiful icicles suspended from every natural and man-made form.

















  







 
In the Bleak Mid Winter  
Christina Rossetti 
In the bleak mid-winter 
  Frosty wind made moan,
Earth stood hard as iron, 
  Water like a stone;
Snow had fallen, snow on snow, 
  Snow on snow,
In the bleak mid-winter
  Long ago.

 



Our God, Heaven cannot hold Him 
  Nor earth sustain;
Heaven and earth shall flee away
  When He comes to reign:
         In the bleak mid-winter 
                       A stable-place sufficed
                               The Lord God Almighty, 
                                    Jesus Christ. 

                    Enough for Him, whom cherubim
                            Worship night and day,
                    A breastful of milk 
                         And a mangerful of hay; 
                   Enough for Him, whom angels 
                         Fall down before, 
              The ox and ass and camel 
Which adore.
                                                                   



 Angels and archangels 
  May have gathered there,
Cherubim and seraphim 
  Thronged the air,
But only His mother
 In her maiden bliss,
Worshipped the Beloved 
  With a kiss.
Gargoyles spitting ice.







                                                             
What can I give Him, 
  Poor as I am?
If I were a shepherd
  I would bring a lamb,
If I were a wise man
  I would do my part,
Yet what I can I give Him, 
                   Give my heart.



In the Bleak Mid Winter was one of the poems written by Christina Rossetti in the latter part of the19th century. It was to be set to music, initially by Gustav Holst and later by Richard Drake and is one of my favouriteChristmas Carols.

Follow the link below to listen to the choir of King's College Cambridge singing it...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_hs9-Sxf9j4&feature=related

The 29th Deceember is the date on which Christina Rossetti died in 1894, her grave being in Highgate Cemetary. Although Christina Rossetti is perhaps better known as the sister of the Pre-Raphaelite painter Dante Gabriel Rossetti, she was a recognized artist in her own right as a poet.
Christina Rossetti
Despite the fact that her life was dominated by her religious convictions as a devout High Anglican, Christina had a relatively rich existence in the sense that she was able to frequent renowned artists and writers of her epoque thanks to her brother's wide social circle and the fact that she was born into a family of artists, scholars and writers. Swinburne, Whistler and Lewis Carroll were amonst those she would have met, while one of the original founders of the PRB movement, painter James Collinson, had demanded her hand in marriage as did Charles Bagot Cayley. Both men were rejected due to their religious faith, considered incompatible with that of Rossetti. She did herself appear in several of Dante Gabriel Rossetti's works - the most famous perhaps being The Girlhood of Mary Virgin (1849) where she modelled Mary.
The Girlhood of Mary Virgin; Gabriel Dante Rossetti 1848-49
In her writing Christina Rossetti often dealt with sober themes that led her thoughts and life; that of difficult love, death and resignation.
Ecce Ancilla Domini; Rossetti

Elements of repression and restriction are reflected in her fairy story Goblin Market whist her own concerns about female fellowship were put into action through her volunteer work with fallen women at St Mary Madgalene's penitentiary. Rossetti devoted much of her life to her family and not surprisingly she had exacting standards regarding those who were to enter the family sphere.
Gabriel Dante Rossetti

Dante Gabriel Rossetti was forever drawn to the writing of the 14th century Italian poet Dante Alighieri - especially the agonised love between Dante and Beatrice in The Divine Comedy as a source of inspiration to creativity. To a certain degree Rossetti replicated this duality in his relationship with his muse and long-term lover, the model Lizzie Siddal.
Ophelia  - John Everett Millais 1851-1852
It was Lizzie Siddal who was the model for John Everett Millais' Ophelia - a captivating painting due to its intense reality and even more moving since the girl subsequently became ill due to the extended period spent submerged in cold water. Lizzie Siddal was to be plagued by illness for the rest of her relatively short life and her health severely compromised by her addiction to laudanum. Having already had a still-born child, Lizzie again ill, depressed and pregnant  was to die of a laudanum overdose in 1862. Much of this is, of course, discussed in Lucinda Hawksley's biography, The Tradegy of a Pre-Raphaelite Supermodel (published by André Deutsch 2004).
Beata Beatrix 1870
Both Rossetti and Lizzie Siddal having artistic talent and temperament and subject to self-destructive behaviour due to mood swings and bouts of depression, they formed a complicated couple wherein the muse had to wait 9 years before the artist was to 'make an honest woman of her' - through marriage. Rossetti's continual postponing of their marriage and his infidelities did nothing to aid Lizzie, and the reception of Lizzie by the female members of the Rossetti household, when Rossetti finally decided to present her, did nothing to encourage the reluctant man in his obligation. Christina was said to be fascinated by Lizzie Siddal - with her flame-haired beauty, strange aurora, prickly social skills and unconventional lifestyle -  and she could see how her brother was fatally drawn to her. At the same time Christina is said to have received Lizzie with a certain coldness and even perhaps slight hostility towards this bewitching creature who had beguiled her brother and blinded him to the fact that she simply wasn't worthy of him. Nevertheless, Christina's vision of Gabriel Dante Rossetti's relationship with his muse is perhaps quite acurate and was reflected in her poem In an Artist's Studio.
Lizzie; Rossetti

.....He feeds upon her face by day and night,
And she wIth true kind eyes looks back on him,
Fair as the moon and joyful as the light;
Not wan with waiting, not with sorrow dim;
Not as she is, but was when hope shone bright;
Not as she is, but as she fills his dreams.

Despite her own artistic talent, recognized by the art critic John Ruskin, Lizzie's potential was forever hampered by ill health, depression and rather erratic lifestyle.
Lizzie did, however, inspire many works herself, and perhaps the most famous of these was Beata Beatrix, painted after Lizzie's death. Her ethereal beauty continued to haunt Rossetti even after her demise and this haunting image was maintained by legend... Rossetti had her coffin exhumed so that he could recover poetry buried with his muse. The face was said to be ever-beautiful to behold, and the striking red hair had continued to grow after Lizzie had left this world...
Her grave is to be found in Highgate Cemetery, as is that of Christina Rossetti...

Monday, December 27, 2010

Christmas Market - Going, Going... Gone!

Reims Market
I didn't have time to post this before Christmas, but maybe it might make people feel a little curious to visit this market, or any other of the hundreds that animate town centres over France in the weeks leading up to Christmas. Not surprisingly once Christmas Eve has passed, the shelves are emptied as the wares are packed up and the huts themselves are dismantled....So here are some of the goods on offer... Whilst many of the food and drink items have a historical and traditional relevance to the different regions of France, many of the stands offer articles that have a much more international flavour...

The first markets are said to have appeared in 14th century Germany and Alsace with the Marché de Saint Nicolas.

Documents referring toChristmas markets date back to 1434 under the reign of Friedrich II of Saxony, with mention of a Striezelmarkt in Dresden.

This word in turn relates to Struzel or Stroczel cake better known now as Stollen, sold on the market. This, along with many types of biscuit and glazed cakes typical of Alsace figure largely on the modern stands.


This is generally accompanied by mulled wine, although today other variations are available such as hot cider and orange juice. I wasn't even tempted to try these this time because the traditional wine just looked so inviting, especially during the cold spell we've been experiencing, along with the majority of European countries!

Macarons are also very popular here... The exact origins of this almond meringue pâtisserie seem to be difficult to define - some say that the recipe was brought to France with Catherine of Medicis. Others claim to have invented the macaron or at least to have encouraged its popularity. Various pastel colours and differing sizes exist, but the reference for the macaron here in France has got to be Ladurée - known as the Paris Macaron.



In Reims, the biscuit that traditionally accompanies champagne throughout the year and not just at Christmas is the Biscuit Rose - the reference for this being La Maison Fossier...



There are also pâtés en croûte and savoury brioches - which are rather like large sausage rolls with various types of meat filling...

Many forms of ham, dried sausage and smoked meat are also sold on the market. These can all be served with condiments - here are all different flavours of mustard that are produced here by a Rémois company - Clovis...
Clovis mustard and condiments.
There is also olive oil...

Of course these are all presented next to stands selling various different types of wine, spirits and beer....


One of the more colourful stalls sells dried and confit exotic fruit....This fruit comes from the Provençal tradition of the 13 desserts that are served at the end of the Christmas meal, which in France generally takes place on the 24th December, rather than on the 25th as we tend to do in England...

The number 13 is symbolic of the Last Supper with Jesus and the 12 Apostles. Here the sweet offerings are divided into 4 categories - Pâtisserie (Pompe d'olive and Oreillettes); Confisserie (Nougat and Pâtes de fruit); Fruits secs (the 'Mendiants') and finally Fruit frais (fresh clementines, grapes). Les Mendiants (referring back to the Mendicant religious orders dependant on charity for their livelihood) are the most important of the 4 categories and this group is itself divided into 4 groups...
Hazelnuts and walnuts represent the Augustinians; dried figs symbolize the Franciscans; almonds, the Carmelites and finally raisins represent the Dominicans.


Santons de Provence.



 The Santons are used to decorate the crêches, again a tradition from the Provence region in the South of France. It is said that santons flourished in popularity after the French Revolution when churches were closed and Midnight Mass banned, as were all public representations of the Nativity. The small brightly-coloured clay figurines enabled families to celebrate in the privacy of their own homes; in 1803 the first Foire aux Santons was inaugurated in Marseille. Here on the right-hand side of the santons photo above you can see a little person who was drawn to the colourful lollipops also on display....
Looking like brightly-coloured sweets are decorated glass baubles to be found alongside decorations more typical of Eastern Europe... I love the angelic expressions of the smaller Russian doll baubles....


So now we'll just have to wait till next Christmas....

Tuesday, December 21, 2010

The Holly and the Ivy...

Not actually holly, but beautiful nevertheless...



                                                             The holly and the ivy,
                                                             When they are both full grown
                                                             Of all the trees that are in the wood
                                                             The holly bears the crown. 


 I love the contrast of bright red berries and vibrant green of evergreens, typical of the holly. With its symbolic origins in Pagan and Christian faith the holly is synonymous with Christmas and its image is, of course, intertwined with that of ivy. Together they are traditionally said to represent evergreen hope throughout the dormant or 'dead' months of the year before spring starts to open the door to burgeoning new life.
Ivy and clematits (in Canterbury!).


 Over the last few weeks the snow has clothed the city landscapes, but evergreen colours keep appearing ....
Reims cathedral.
Blood red and warm orange defying the icy temperatures...
Physalis - L'amour en cage - lanterns in the garden.
Whilst rich green leaves contrast the dark, stark branches of the trees you can find evergreen and verdigris all round the city...

Beyond all of this, from time to time, there have been bright blue skies....

Reims cathedral.

The sun starts to break through and then the snow begins to clear... The ice melts to create its own cathedrals of inverted spires and dripping gargoyles...

Here's a link to enable you to listen to The Holly and the Ivy sung by Winchester Cathedral choir.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wT-6yjT4oFo