Sunday, March 13, 2011
Years ago, I took a yoga class in someone's home. She had this print hanging in her stairwell. One day it was gone and another print was in it's place. When I asked what had happened to it, because I loved looking at it, she said she had decided to take it down. And then she gave it to me. Even though it has lots of foxing and a big fold line down the center, I had it re-framed and have had it in my living room ever since. I even painted the wall to match the blue.
It turns out that it is a Hiroshige print, though how old,
I have not determined.
And I'm pretty sure this one is also, but I have no idea what generation these prints are, whether old and original or 19th century re-prints.
Here is a photograph I took that reminds me of the first print.
It's from a weekend on the Chesapeake Bay.