Canopy Beds With Mirrors
CANOPY BEDS WITH MIRRORS. MATCHSTICK SHADES.
Canopy Beds With Mirrors
- Beds with four posts that are connected together by rods at the top. Gorgeous fabrics are usually draped over the entire Bed. Beds are available in iron, wood, metal, and metal/wood.
- Keep a copy of some or all of the contents of (a network site) at another site, typically in order to improve accessibility
- (of a reflective surface) Show a reflection of
- (mirror) reflect as if in a mirror; "The smallest pond at night mirrors the firmament above"
- (mirror) a faithful depiction or reflection; "the best mirror is an old friend"
- Correspond to
- (mirror) polished surface that forms images by reflecting light
canopy beds with mirrors – Sunburst Design
Mirror image pictographs
When we passed through the gate on the dirt road leading to Black Dragon and Petroglyph Canyon, I missed a turn. The guide book copy I had said that the way headed up a dry stream bed. So instead of taking a sharp hairpin route across the wash, I blissfully drove straight up a wash.
I traveled the “wrong” route for a couple of miles and ended up following the San Rafael River. When the only tracks ahead of me where ATV tracks and I had passed through a couple of tough spots in four wheel drive, I decided to “reconnoiter”. I took out my maps, grabbed my GPS and climbed to the top of the highest slickrock outcropping I could fine. My wife was smart and stayed in the pickup sipping a cold diet Pepsi from our cooler.
Well, I figured out my mistake and got a few great photographs from my perch, before we retraced our route and took the correct way to Black Dragon Canyon. There is an embarrassing epilogue to this tale. While in Black Canyon we talked to some nice folks, one of whom had a two wheel drive van. They had followed SOMEBODY’S, tire tracks up the wrong wash as well and had got stuck in the sand. No. I didn’t fess up.
After visiting the Black Dragon panel, we drove to the mouth of Springs Canyon, where a well traveled trail leads south along the San Rafael Swell to Petroglyph Canyon. That was a fun hike. The petroglyphs in Petroglyph Canyon were small but unique. The hike was well worth the effort with or without the small rock art panel.
Basics: Petroglyphs were "pecked" into a rock surface. Pictographs were "painted" onto a rock surface.
Some of the pictographs found in Utah are over 3,000 years old. The paint the native American used to make many of the Colorado Plateau pictographs consisted of ground hematite mixed with animal fat and and bird eggs. The paint was absorbed into the sandstone matrix and when protected from the elements (and morons – modern vandals); have lasted thousands of years.
Dating petroglyphs can be tricky, even for trained scientists, who many times must depend on "style" and other clues associated with the rock art to date the rock art. Pictographs have the advantage of having organic materials used in their creation, which may aid dating.
NOTE: If you have a deep interest in rock art (pictographs and petroglyphs) of the American Southwest then get the excellent book titled: "Legacy on Stone" by Sally J. Cole. This is not "page turner" reading and gets pretty technical at times, but if you want some well researched facts and information on the rock art and their presumed creators, then get her book.
Road Trip – Utah April 17th – 24th, 2010: My wife and I headed for Southern Utah, just before midnight on Friday the 16th of April (after she got off work at her part time job). We drove straight through to Southern Utah, to take advantage of the good weather forecast early on in our trip. Storms were forecast for later in the trip and in fact we got a pretty good taste of same on Wednesday the 21st.
Here in outline form are the places we visited and hiked:
> Rochester Rock Art Panel near Emery, Utah
> The Moore cutoff road
> Sinbad’s head pictograph panel (we camped under a pinon pine near here)
> Black Dragon Canyon rock art panel (after first taking the wrong turn and doing some interesting four wheel drive travel way up the San Rafael River). Short hike.
> Pictograph Canyon pictographs. Short but interesting hike.
> Drive Hanksville, Torrey, Boulder, to Escalante (check into motel)
> Drive out the Hole In The Rock Road. Visit Devil’s Garden and Metate Arch.
> Drive to Dry Fork of Coyote Gulch. Hike down to Peek-a-boo and Spooky slot canyons. I hiked the loop up Peek-a-boo and down Spooky while my wife hiked with another lady hiker up Dry Fork and then down to the bottom of Spooky.
> Hike Lower Calf Creek Falls (my third hike here and my wife’s second) and scramble up to two sets of pictograph panels.
> Drive the Burr Trail road from Boulder to Notom (my fourth time on this scenic route and my wife’s second). Photograph in Long Canyon and along Waterpocket Fold. Race a rain storm north on the dirt (rapidly turning to mud) portion of this route.
> Hike to the Wild Horse twin caves across the slickrock. Hit with hailstorm as we arrived and watched a “mud storm” (thunderstorm falling through a dust storm), travel across to the east of us. The wind caught up with us at Goblin Valley State Park.
> Revisit the pict
13 East 67th Street
BARBARA SEARS ROCKEFELLER, known to her friends as Bobo, sat at one of a handful of tables in her dining room, a luxurious raised platform beyond the grandly proportioned drawing room. As she spoke, she tapped her cigarette against the embroidered linen tablecloth. An empty champagne bottle stood on the table in front of her, a short crystal glass beside it. A single white orchid preened in a pot.
Once, the dining room platform — backed by a stately-home-size fireplace with red marble trim — was used as a stage by Martin Beck, the Broadway impresario, who commissioned the six-story neo-classical limestone town house in 1921. Mrs. Rockefeller bought the house in 1955, after she split with Winthrop Rockefeller, brother of Nelson. Now 81, she is offering the house, at 13 East 67th Street, for $12 million.
”I’ve got a Paris flat and I’ve stayed here too long,” she said, with a throaty laugh. ”I miss my friends. The people here are not too interesting. Most of my real friends here have died off. I get a little bored.”
And Paris is tempting. ”My Paris flat is within walking distance of the President’s palace and all my friends,” she said. ”I’m going to whip around and have some fun!”
The house is, she conceded, ”a little expensive” to keep up. There’s the houseman, Carlos Tito, and his wife, Cecilia, who live on the ground floor. Then there are the never-ending maintenance expenses; she mentioned the monthly bill for inspecting her elevator (”All they do is squeeze in a little juice”) as particularly annoying.
The house looks much the same now as it did in 1956, after she spent a year redecorating it. It’s still furnished grandly, with tapestries, murals, gilded mirrors and down-filled Louis XV sofas. (She said that when she arrived, the walls were painted bright orange, left over from the days when Artists Equity was ensconced there.) There is even a life-size statue of Pan in a niche, purchased from an Upper East Side antique shop named Erlanger’s.
”When it was delivered,” she said, ”my little man had a leaf covering his gadget — and the leaf was in the wrong place, proportionately. I knew because I painted and sculpted. I called the shop to complain, but they said that all such statues left their shop with leaves. So there’s my little Pan — with his leaf in the wrong spot.” (Although the house is not being sold furnished, Pan may be negotiable, the agents said.)
While the entertaining rooms are colossal, the upstairs floors are mazes of long hallways with small rooms — except the 17-by-22-foot master bedroom, which contains an 18th-century Chippendale carved canopy bed that’s really king-size. Known as a state bed — in grand country houses, they were reserved for visiting royalty — it sits across from a double-deep wood-burning fireplace.
Sandwiched between two guest bedrooms on the fourth floor is a full-size, wood-lined squash court with an 18-foot ceiling. And next to that is an elaborate 1921 nickel-plated shower, with dozens of spray holes in the piping. Mrs. Rockefeller calls it her Robber Baron Shower.
Although she doesn’t produce plays the way the original owner did, she has staged her own entertainments in this house — magnificent soirees.
”I was the first to give a ball in here,” she said. ”I invited everyone in Europe, and I carried out the trick of asking everyone to wear red and white. I had the orchestra downstairs, and I had it catered, with 12 waiters. It was labeled a success before it even took place: people heard about it and came in red and white, trying to crash.”
The house was designed by Harry Allen Jacobs, who also designed the Friars Club. In his 1979 guidebook, ”The City Observed,” Paul Goldberger, then the architecture critic of The New York Times, called it ”a grand homage to Palladio (or, to be more precise, to the Palladian follower Serlio).”
Beck, who built the Palace and the Martin Beck theaters, asked the architect to design the first two floors of the town house to imitate a miniature Broadway theater, with a formal reception room on the first floor. Friends — many of them his financial backers — climbed to the second floor to be enticed into investing in his shows. Chairs were set up in the 21-by-30-foot double-height living room; the actors performed on the stage. While there is no record of what plays were showcased in the house, or of the logistics of those evenings, the stage could well have been cleared for dining: behind the swinging doors where the actors made their entrances are the kitchen and pantry.
Now, the upstairs guest rooms appear to be empty, and the house — except the big bedroom — feels slightly nostalgic and deserted.
”When it was designed, I think the upstairs was of secondary interest,” Wolf Jakubowski said. He and Al Hewitt, both of Charles H. Greenthal & Company, have listed the property.
”It’s a very unusual house, the most unique house I’ve seen in my
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