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Monday, December 12, 2011

Poudroyer

Peter Ilsted 1910
The winter sun. You may have seen this painting many times before like me, but now I know there is a definite expression for this effect so prized by children and so anoying for housekeepers.
" le soleil qui poudroie..."
It says so right there in Perrault's La Barbe Bleue.
The tale is light years away from this image,
but words are a heady drug.
Powdering Sun, you make common dust anything but ordinary.