Bottle House
Bottle House
This is the house of bottles, the glass house, where rough winds are shunned and the bottles are set in concrete. It is a museum of light and dark, the creation of sun and shadow as sunshine falls and the flashlight reverberates from glass to stone and back again. Shapes, shadows, memories curved and carved in glass, set in glass, this shimmering beacon this glass house, this light house built as a heaven haven for harboured ships and the soul’s refreshment, here, in these gardens, among these bottles, and at the chapel door, an angel in waiting ...