Very much a sign of wealth and status in the 18th Century, anyone who was someone had to have an Ice House. The bigger the better. This one is deep. In the winter, ice was broken up on the frozen lake and transported to the Ice House. Wrapped in hay etc. it could last for two years. Used to make chilled deserts etc. for the Master and his Guests.
Thanks for your kind comments. The title of the shot has vanished so its location has become more mysterious. The mountain in the distance is Mt Cook in southern New Zealand. Shot at just past midnight illuminated by moonlight alone.
Three Frame Tone Mapped image.
but as the misanthrope I am I would have prefered the man signaling something different than the happy woman.
Less of a picture, but hopefully a happier life for those involved.
Maybe feel-good is as good as drama.
Thx
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