Don’t miss the tiny twin
Don’t miss the tiny twin islands with their two little church buildings. One in all them, Santa Maria dello Scalpello, is a spot of pilgrimage. Previous, grey, minute but dignified, with its few tall cypresses about it, it so fully covers the island that you simply see solely a church with cypresses apparently floating upon the water. Now there’s a scatter of ivory-white birds on the steel-colored floor, a glint of powder- blue on the ridges made by the ship. Marvelous harmonies of pearl coloration, grey, and blue, with right here and there faint dashes of primrose-yellow, make magic within the distance earlier than you. That is actually an enchanted place, dwelling of a peace that appears touched with eternity. And the ship creeps on, as if fearing maybe to disturb it, farther and farther into locations extra secret nonetheless, and of a peace much more profound, until the pearl coloration and the grey, with their hints of yellow and blue, start to present method to one other dominion. The final bay has been gained. The key of Cattaro is to be at size revealed. By way of the wondrous delicacies of the now fairly advised than really seen mist, and above them, dawns a wonderful pageant of autumn, which bears a curiously actual resemblance to one in all Turner’s excellent visions.
A dream of ardor and energy
It is sort of a dream, however a dream of ardor and energy, during which browns, reds, russets, greens, and lots of shades of gold and of yellow march collectively from the circle of the waters by way of climbing valleys to the mountains, which right here ultimately give pause to the ocean. And bells are ringing on this nice, this triumphant dream. And now absolutely faint outlines have gotten seen, as of turrets and cupolas striving to interrupt in glory by way of the mist. The fires of autumn glow extra fiercely, like a furnace fanned. Trails of smoke present right here and there. Mist, smoke, and hearth—it is sort of a grand conflagration. The turrets reveal themselves as nice teams of bushes. However the smoke rises from family fires; the cupolas are cupolas of church buildings; and the bells are the bells of Cattaro, calling from this vale of enchantment to the cannon that are thundering earlier than Scutari past the mountains of Montenegro.