The Guggenheim-Las Vegas website is certainly a strange one. Minimal. Bare. Scant. And with a number of fine online images to which there is no obvious path from the home page. I happened across this list quite by accident.
Here's a work to which that I would particularly like to draw your attention. Go to Fisherman by Camille Corot. Then enlarge the picture and look for the fisherman's red cap. Neat, eh?
There are other lists at this site -- this one, for instance, and this one, plus others. I really don't know what to make of it.
William Butler Yeats wrote of a real lake island in his famous poem The Isle of Inisfree.
This small island lies in the south-east corner of Lough Gill, in County Sligo.
(Note: I know that Yeats spelled the word "Innisfree." I have amended that spelling because the name comes from the Irish inis, meaning "island." It is sometimes also spelled "Inishfree" or "Innishfree.")
I mentioned John Millington Synge a couple of days ago and it only occurred to me later that I had not said why Synge is so important to me. There is but one reason for that and it is his book The Aran Islands, based on his visits to those islands ca. 1900. Somehow or other I came across this book while in college, and immediately fell in love.
On the Net, you can get a feel for how the Aran Islands look at the Look Aroujd Ireland site. Check out their twelve IPIX images too, four for each of the three Aran islands.
Better still are the photos over at Photo Voyage. There you'll find 35 pictures of the islands, some of them excellent. I particularly recommend those under the heading "Landscape."
And that enquiring man John Synge comes next,
That dying chose the living world for text
And never could have rested in the tomb
But that, long travelling, he had come
Towards nightfall upon certain set apart
In a most desolate stony place,
Towards nightfall upon a race
Passionate and simple like his heart.
Notes (from elsewhere) --
John Synge was one of Yeats's greatest friends in Dublin until his early death at the age of thirty-eight from cancer. Synge was an Irish poet and playwright during the Irish literary Renaissance. Synge traveled with Yeats all over the Aran Islands, "a most desolate stony place," and based many of his poems on the bleak and tragic lifestyle of the Irish peasants. He was a very passionate writer and isolated himself to produce his most creative, yet critical works. As Yeats says in the second line, "That dying chose the living world for text," Synge knew he was dying, but he decided that his role in the world was to write, which is a statement of a true artist.
You can read more about Synge, who has been one of my favorite authors for more than thirty years, at Teach Synge (Synge House).