An overabundance of action and sunlight: lizzie and luna in kelley’s car
The waiting line on 33rd and 7th Avenue on Work Island is an object lesson in chaos; a spectacle to be avoided at all costs if you’re not there to board the Bolt Bus. As if that weren’t enough, the bus to Baltimore was 30 minutes late, and standing next to idling buses adds insult to injury on a summer day in NYC (as it generally already feels like one is standing next an idling bus on a summer day in NYC).
Several hours later, land in Baltimore, and a short walk to Tapas Teatro for dinner with the curious Miss K! The dog in the blurred images above is Luna, whom we took to the park for ball-chasing and swimming next day.
Sunday we set out on an adventure to Adamstown, PA, for Antique Capital of the USA. Above are but three of the fantastic old portraits I acquired in the many antiques shops we perused. I really love the tall format of these oval-framed portraits. I mainly stuck to books and photographs, including some photos for the stereopticon or stereoscope that I inherited from my grandparents. More images after the jump–
Above are three of the books purchased on the trip. The first is an edition of Grandfather’s Chair; A History for Youth, by Nathaniel Hawthorne. It is missing the page at the front which would have had a date, but from the cover I’d guess around 1910-1915?
The second is a gorgeous 1928 edition of A History of Architecture On the Comparative Method, by Sir Banister Fletcher. On the frontispiece it adds, For Students, Craftsmen & Amateurs; Eighth edition revised and enlarged, with about three thousand five hundred illustrations. (They just couldn’t be bothered to count them to a one.) It’s brilliant and the pages feel like new– no acid here, just thousands of amazing illustrations of architectural motifs and devices.
And the third is The Confessions of Aretemas Quibble, as edited by Arthur Train. On the interior page it explains,
“Being the ingenuous and unvarnished history of Aretemas Quibble, Esquire, one-time practitioner in the New York criminal courts, together with an account of the divers[e] wiles, tricks sophistries, technicalities, and sundry artifices of himself and others of the fraternity, commonly yclept* “shysters” or “shyster lawyers”
(Well, times may not have changed so very much, but acceptable verbiage and the quality of boardbinding certainly have.)
Sights along the way: a tiny house on the roadside, and the parking lot in rain at Stoudt’s Black Angus Pub
portion of a vintage McCall Gift Guide cover
I did not purchase this item, but loved the cover illustration; it reminds me of illustrations of the Snow Queen from the same era. Beautiful!
* yclept: By the name of; called. Once this was the standard way of forming the past participle of the verb clepe, to call (or, more strictly, its Old English precursor, cleopian). For the past few hundred years it has only turned up as a deliberately archaic form, mostly in poetry, or as light relief. (via worldwidewords)
e daggar art: THE MUSEUM 