Monday, 30 July 2012
Then, like a thunderbolt, he falls
I haven't seen this eagle statue before, but couldn't resist the contrast of that in the foreground, the nasturtiums in the background, the wood against the fragility of the leaves and flowers. There's just something about statues, a moment frozen in time, which fascinates me. The statue's in Iona - in the gardens of the Argyll Hotel, I think, or the next one along, but Edinburgh's the city of statues, always another to discover.
Later note: My sister points out that it's actually in the garden of Carol and David Kirkpatrick, so abject apologies for suggesting that it might be in the Argyll Hotel garden .