Another December poem
While I have a home, and can do as I will,December may rage over ocean and hill,And batter my door - as he does once a year -I laugh at his storming and drink his good cheer.
Anonymous words from an old English song - found in a book on my shelves 'Autumn and Winter Days' by Rowland Purton
I looked on wiki for pictures of winter storms and up came this painting by J.M.W.Turner from 1842 and if it hadn't told me it was a paddle-steamer in a snow storm I'm not sure I would have known exactly what I was seeing. The full title is Snow Storm: Steam-Boat off a Harbour's Mouth, Making Signals in Shallow Water, and going by the Lead
|J. M. W. Turner
Turner was supposedly actually in the storm and said
I did not paint it to be understood, but I wished to show what such a scene was like; I got the sailors to lash me to the mast to observe it; I was lashed for four hours, and I did not expect to escape, but I felt bound to record it if I did.
Although some people don't believe it as he was 67 years old at the time!