Photo by John “the Bookmonger” Doull, with permission
Sorry for the late post! We are crying in our utterly un-beerlike beverage this evening after being turned down–representatives of an artist who created a vaguely Stonehenge-like sculpture not only denied us photo permissions but asked that we never reference the sculpture on our blog as the artist had no intention of referencing Stonehenge. *sob!* So if and when we ever end this blog, there will always be at least one structure out there that people will think we missed! Still, we do respect artists, so that’s that.
Anyway, on to the matter at hand and that matter is–The Oxford English Dictionary. We assumed when we started this that there would be a lot more bookhenges than there are, books being squarish things and, in many homes at least, always at hand. So we’ve kept our eyes peeled for a bookhenge worth posting and along came this bit of poetry with a lovely late (or is it early? Wait, book lover, right? Late it is, then!) Nova Scotia light giving the books and the sand a rosy glow.
The sand and the implication of leisure time begin to set up a scene of peace and relaxation until we remember to imagine someone lugging a bunch of old dictionaries out there and building a henge when they could have been taking a romantic sunset walk. Hmmm, what manner of people are these? Perhaps a bit too much like us.
And what do they get for it? How many druids can we give for such a rudimentary construction? These are hardy northern souls and they can take the bitter disappointment of getting no more than 4 druids for their bit of OED play. Now, who can help us get the verb “to henge” into the next edition?!