Several years ago, during a bleak and bleary, gray winter, I came across this post card. It was just laying in wait for me inside an obscure box or book. And when my vision landed on it...I sort of gasped. It is a post card that I bought in New Port, Rhode Island. Philip and I had travelled there for a vacation which included a cruise to Newfoundland. I try to get a post card from where ever I travel. I'd read an article once about a woman who buys a post card on her travels and then writes a little anecdote on the back of the card about what she did while she was visiting the particular place the card represented. Good idea, huh? Well, so far I just get the cards. And I can remember what happened there.. in Newport.... it rained buckets of rain! So this whole story is taking an ironic turn. Anyway, I love this card because the room pictured is so airy and light. Full of golden light. It is a room in the Rosemont. One of those Newport, turn of the century, rich person's mansions. And I can tell you what it over looks. A garden, I'm sure, but beyond the garden, the big, wide ocean.
Ultimately, it is all about beauty. One does not have to be rich to have beauty. Beauty comes from a simple place. It comes from clean lines and open circulation. Beauty is not complex.
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