Hello all, thought I'd drop in again at long last (though for some reason I was totally unable to access my previous account, and have had to start over again at post number one).
Anyway, here is my own little Bradbury-inspired project, from this past spring. I needed to put some new windows in a door, and so decided to use small multi-coloured panes around a larger clear area---much like the ones that prominently figure in a few Bradbury stories, such as "The Man Upstairs." Well, okay, perhaps these windows aren't much like the ones in the Bradbury stories, in that the windows he describes were not leaded, but rather had thin wooden strips holding all the coloured squares in place. Still, I'm so pleased to have my own strawberry window after all these years---and since they are in a door, I can easily check for vampires before letting anyone inside!
(I should add, that these photographed very poorly---they really do look better in person. Perhaps the project is not a complete success, because some of the glass colours are too bold and vivid---I only used glass I had at hand, and didn't go out to look for softer colours. But what the heck, I'm still rather fond of these!)
Posts: 232 | Location: The Land of Trees and Heroes | Registered: 10 June 2007
Originally posted by philnic: Welcome back, theoctobercountry. (Was that also your ID previously?)
Nice glasswork - must have taken a while to do.
Thanks for your kind comments (same to randomyork, as well!). I just wish I had better photographs---you can't get a sense of the true colours here at all.... Actually, these went together fairly quickly, since there are so many straight cuts---much simpler than the usual sort of window I work on.
(My previous ID was just "octobercountry"---I believe I sent you some book scans a while back, for your site!)
Posts: 232 | Location: The Land of Trees and Heroes | Registered: 10 June 2007
The windows are absolutely beautiful! And if they do the trick (i.e., keep the man upstairs away), they are worth their weight in gold.
~I put the sweater on and watched the waves come up and fall down on the beach...Even a drunken man could not collapse with the elegance of those waves. ("The Lake," RB)
