fine art painting gallery

fine art painting gallery
art painting reproduction
oil painting art work
world art painting
　"And I suppose you'restill living at that dear St. Mary Mead?" Lady Selina wasasking. "Such a sweet unspoilt village. I often think aboutit. Just the same as ever, I suppose?"
　　"Well, not quite." MissMarple reflected on certain aspects of her place of residence. "The new Building Estate. The additions to the Village Hall, the alteredappearance of the High Street with its up-to-date shop fronts –” She sighed. "One has to accept change, I suppose."
oil painting
　　"Progress," said LadySelina vaguely. "Though it often seems to me that it isn't progress. All these smart plumbing fixtures they have nowadays. Every shadeof colour and superb what they call 'finish' – but do any of them really pull? Or push, when they're that kind. Every time you go to a friend'shouse, you find some kind of a notice in the Loo – 'Presssharply and release,' 'Pull to the left,' 'Release quickly.' But in the old days, one justpulled up a handle any kind of way, and cataracts of water came at once – There's the dear Bishop of Medmenham," Lady Selina broke off to say, as a handsome, elderly cleric passed by. "Practically quite blind, I believe. But such a splendid militant priest."
　　A little clerical talk was indulged in, interspersedby Lady Selina's