{"id":1723,"date":"2018-01-07T14:33:42","date_gmt":"2018-01-07T22:33:42","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.maureeneppstein.com\/mve_journal\/?p=1723"},"modified":"2018-01-07T14:33:42","modified_gmt":"2018-01-07T22:33:42","slug":"the-appeal-of-the-picturesque","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.maureeneppstein.com\/mve_journal\/?p=1723","title":{"rendered":"The appeal of the picturesque"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I\u2019ve been wondering: what is it about an old house or barn that appeals so much that we describe the scene as \u201cpicturesque.\u201d The question came up as I reread a January 1970 letter to my parents describing the purchase of a house in Cupertino, CA. Our new home was a typical early 1960s tract house with scalloped trim and prominent garage. The place was certainly not picturesque, but it was within our price range. I wrote:<\/p>\n<div id=\"attachment_1727\" style=\"width: 310px\" class=\"wp-caption alignright\"><a href=\"http:\/\/www.maureeneppstein.com\/mve_journal\/wp-content\/uploads\/BaywoodDrive.jpg\"><img aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-1727\" decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" class=\"size-medium wp-image-1727\" src=\"http:\/\/www.maureeneppstein.com\/mve_journal\/wp-content\/uploads\/BaywoodDrive-300x200.jpg\" alt=\"Cupertino tract house\" width=\"300\" height=\"200\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.maureeneppstein.com\/mve_journal\/wp-content\/uploads\/BaywoodDrive-300x200.jpg 300w, https:\/\/www.maureeneppstein.com\/mve_journal\/wp-content\/uploads\/BaywoodDrive-768x512.jpg 768w, https:\/\/www.maureeneppstein.com\/mve_journal\/wp-content\/uploads\/BaywoodDrive-1024x683.jpg 1024w, https:\/\/www.maureeneppstein.com\/mve_journal\/wp-content\/uploads\/BaywoodDrive-600x400.jpg 600w, https:\/\/www.maureeneppstein.com\/mve_journal\/wp-content\/uploads\/BaywoodDrive.jpg 1800w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/><\/a><p id=\"caption-attachment-1727\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">Our Cupertino house when we bought it in 1970<\/p><\/div>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 30px;\"><em>It\u2019s a very nice little house \u2013 3 bedrooms, 2 bathrooms, big sitting room with dining area at one end, small family room opening to a neat little kitchen, 2-car garage with laundry facilities in it. Very attractive inside, though not very prepossessing from the outside. However, this is just a matter of landscaping \u2013 other houses in the street are just lovely, but the garden of this one is just bare grass.<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>\u00a0<\/em>Looking back on that time, what comes most vividly to mind is another house I saw while house-hunting, a charming old farmhouse dating from the time when the Santa Clara Valley was so full of orchards it was called \u201cThe Valley of Heart\u2019s Delight.\u201d As I walked through with the realtor, I paused in what must have been a utility porch and mud room. The unfinished walls of the room were black with mold. The realtor shrugged when I pointed it out. The price was right, but I chose not to make an offer.<\/p>\n<p>There\u2019s a significant difference, of course, between the picturesque, which <a href=\"https:\/\/en.wikipedia.org\/wiki\/William_Gilpin_(priest)#Gilpin_and_the_picturesque\">has been defined<\/a> as<em> that kind of beauty which is agreeable in a picture <\/em>and a habitable structure for humans. But what is it in the human psyche that is drawn to the antique? Rummaging around on the web, I found quotes such as:<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left; padding-left: 30px;\"><em>(esp. of a place) attractive in appearance, especially in an old-fashioned way<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left; padding-left: 30px;\"><em>\u00a0<\/em><em>A picturesque place is attractive and interesting, and has no ugly modern buildings.<\/em><\/p>\n<div id=\"attachment_1724\" style=\"width: 310px\" class=\"wp-caption alignleft\"><a href=\"http:\/\/www.maureeneppstein.com\/mve_journal\/wp-content\/uploads\/Jerrys-truck-picture.jpg\"><img aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-1724\" decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" class=\"wp-image-1724 size-medium\" src=\"http:\/\/www.maureeneppstein.com\/mve_journal\/wp-content\/uploads\/Jerrys-truck-picture-300x244.jpg\" alt=\"Jerry's truck picture\" width=\"300\" height=\"244\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.maureeneppstein.com\/mve_journal\/wp-content\/uploads\/Jerrys-truck-picture-300x244.jpg 300w, https:\/\/www.maureeneppstein.com\/mve_journal\/wp-content\/uploads\/Jerrys-truck-picture-768x625.jpg 768w, https:\/\/www.maureeneppstein.com\/mve_journal\/wp-content\/uploads\/Jerrys-truck-picture-1024x834.jpg 1024w, https:\/\/www.maureeneppstein.com\/mve_journal\/wp-content\/uploads\/Jerrys-truck-picture-600x489.jpg 600w, https:\/\/www.maureeneppstein.com\/mve_journal\/wp-content\/uploads\/Jerrys-truck-picture.jpg 1800w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/><\/a><p id=\"caption-attachment-1724\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">Old truck and barn by Jerry Peters, as shown at the Portola Art Gallery.<\/p><\/div>\n<p>My friend <a href=\"https:\/\/www.facebook.com\/sandypeters\">Sandy Peters<\/a> says it well. Commenting on a <a href=\"https:\/\/www.facebook.com\/Portola-Art-Gallery-148900565170048\/?hc_ref=ARRVW5kvqUAckQoL4Vlgmf-SUGDcNyTleKcJotb8dVZWq-GCBo48Qqbvqmy2YzjpTQU&amp;pnref=story\">Portola Art Gallery<\/a> exhibition of her husband Jerry Peters\u2019 paintings of old battered trucks in rural settings, she wrote: <em>They demonstrate how the beauty of nature blends seamlessly with the wisdom of age.<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>\u00a0<\/em>However, with age comes death. When we first moved to Mendocino seventeen years ago, a cabin stood among the trees along Highway 128, not far north of Yorkville. Its bare board were gray with age, the sway-backed roof shingles covered with moss. Over the years, the roof has slowly caved in, until now the cabin is a jumbled pile of boards. At first it was picturesque. Now when I drive by, I am sad.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I\u2019ve been wondering: what is it about an old house or barn that appeals so much that we describe the scene as \u201cpicturesque.\u201d The question came up as I reread a January 1970 letter to my parents describing the purchase of a house in Cupertino, CA. 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