Sunday, April 25, 2010

The King's Arms Tavern and windows through a window

The window view from our table at the King's Arms Tavern in Williamsburg, Virginia.

I co-admin a collection of photos on flickr called Windows through Windows. The group was created by my contact, Accent on Eclectic, whose perceptive observations on my photos, as well as the work of many others, have taught me a lot. Finding a window through a window to invite to the group, while browsing through flickr's thousands of images, is like looking for a needle in a haystack. That's what makes the posts so unique and I have never looked at a window in the same way again. Searching for that tiny view beyond is one of the many subtle lessons I have learned in photography.

The hard working and authentic looking staff at the King's Arms Tavern.


  1. Well, there goes Sunday morning! Its quite clear I shall not be preparing breakfast or even getting to the shower until the link to Accent on Eclectic has been fully trawled. Thank you ... I think.

  2. I love views through windows. Most colonial American pleasure gardens were planned with "views through windows" uppermost in the minds of the garden designers. Thank you.

  3. Blue ~ My sincere thanks for taking the time to link to Accent on Eclectic's photo stream!

    BWS ~ Thank you for such an intriguing comment! Did the colonial gardeners design their gardens to be viewed through a window, or was the idea to create windows within the garden? I'm thinking of James Madison's Montpelier which is so elegant and has very distinct 'rooms' and quiet nooks.

  4. I agree about window views being so beckoning. When beginning to garden I did read about creating views from your windows. Alas, alack, the siting of our house (and quite possibly the ugliest windows known to mankind) did not comply, so I created garden rooms instead.

    I am quite drawn to the style of the man's apron. Quite dapper and practical.

  5. home before dark ~ I love the notion of garden rooms with boxwood, roses, weathered cherubs, moss covered benches and, most of all, the angle of light that changes from spring through summer. I feel hopelessly nostalgic in winter over the tangled stalks of plants and withered leaves on stone paths...incurable romantic that I am!

    I agree, the apron is the star of that photo!


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