The House of the Singing Winds
Oct. 17th, 2013 11:07 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Last week, I visited the House of the Singing Winds. Doesn't it sound like a place in a fairy story? But it's a real place, an artist's house on a hilltop where the wind blew through the screened porches and made the wires hum.

This is not the house proper - I didn't get a good picture of that, as it is screened in trees. This is an outbuilding with picturesque moss on the roof.
It was a beautiful day. The trees were just beginning to turn - and the house is surrounded by trees - and the sunlight was just perfect, that sharp golden autumn sun. You can see it in this photo: the sun and the trees and the reflection in the studio window.

The studio is wonderful, light and bright and airy. He did most of his painting outside, but he kept the studio for rainy days and wintertime, and for his occasional portraits.
You can see the House of the Singing Winds through the studio window. He painted the house again and again, inside and out.

I mean to visit again in the spring. The artist's wife was a great gardener, and she engulfed the house in peonies.

This is not the house proper - I didn't get a good picture of that, as it is screened in trees. This is an outbuilding with picturesque moss on the roof.
It was a beautiful day. The trees were just beginning to turn - and the house is surrounded by trees - and the sunlight was just perfect, that sharp golden autumn sun. You can see it in this photo: the sun and the trees and the reflection in the studio window.

The studio is wonderful, light and bright and airy. He did most of his painting outside, but he kept the studio for rainy days and wintertime, and for his occasional portraits.
You can see the House of the Singing Winds through the studio window. He painted the house again and again, inside and out.

I mean to visit again in the spring. The artist's wife was a great gardener, and she engulfed the house in peonies.