This gilded frame, resplendent with delicately carved flowers, reminds me of a small Dutch print I once purchased at a local auction house. This print is also housed in a similarly styled frame.
Both frames are from another era - one is Edwardian and the other Victorian.
The Victorians wrote books on the language of flowers. Each flower was given a certain meaning. Today that language is lost on most of us. Like the lost language of symbolism, which appears in almost every aspect of our lives today. And yet again, mostly lost to us.
Centuries ago, artists and their patrons knew these languages. And the languages still exist, mostly in old books which make for fascinating reading.
All of this came to mind while looking through some photographs from a recent trip to Landsford Canal. A fellow photographer and I went to see the world famous rocky shoals spider lilies in full bloom on the Catawba River near the end of May. This state park, only an hour's drive from our state capitol, is home to the largest population of this species of lilies on Earth.
"Man is the seed
Of the unimaginable flower,
By singleness of thought and deed
It may bloom now -- this actual hour."
~ Crowley (A.)

