Katherine over at November's Autumn's Classics Challenge has been hosting a new discussion every month. This month she says: "Select a quote from the Classic you're currently reading and create what I call a visual tour." That is, collect images that evoke the mood of the book you're reading.
All of these photos are from Flickr and you can see the source by clicking on the image.
Framley Parsonage contains several passages that give a picture:
Framley itself was a pleasant country place, having about it nothing
of seignorial dignity or grandeur, but possessing everything
necessary for the comfort of country life. The house was a low
building of two stories, built at different periods, and devoid of
all pretensions to any style of architecture; but the rooms, though
not lofty, were warm and comfortable, and the gardens were trim and
neat beyond all others in the county. Indeed, it was for its gardens
only that Framley Court was celebrated.
[I'm assuming that the 'trim and neat' gardens were formal set-outs like this one, such as were the fashion at the time.]
Framley church was distant from this just a quarter of a mile, and
stood immediately opposite to the chief entrance to Framley Court. It
was but a mean, ugly building, having been erected about a hundred
years since, when all churches then built were made to be mean and
ugly... [This means that the church was Georgian and not to the Victorian taste.]
Beyond the church, but close to it, were the boys' school and girls'
school, two distinct buildings, which owed their erection to Lady
And here the road took a sudden turn to the left, turning, as
it were, away from Framley Court; and just beyond the turn was the
vicarage, so that there was a little garden path running from the
back of the vicarage grounds into the churchyard,...nothing
in the parsonage way could be more perfect than his parsonage. It had
all the details requisite for the house of a moderate gentleman with
moderate means, and none of those expensive superfluities which
immoderate gentlemen demand, or which themselves demand immoderate
means. And then the gardens and paddocks were exactly suited to it;
and everything was in good order;—not exactly new, so as to be raw
and uncovered, and redolent of workmen; but just at that era of their
existence in which newness gives way to comfortable homeliness.
[This is actually Bronte Parsonage--it's hard to find pictures of parsonages! But this is about the right size anyway, though one hopes that the Robarts home was happier and less alcoholic and lonely.]
Barsetshire, taken altogether, is a pleasant
green tree-becrowded county, with large bosky hedges, pretty damp
deep lanes, and roads with broad grass margins running along them.
Such is the general nature of the county...
[Sadly I could not find any images that looked properly like this room, so you will just have to imagine.] The house of business of Messrs. Gumption
& Gazebee was in South Audley Street; and it may be said that there
was no spot on the whole earth which Mr. Sowerby so hated as he did
the gloomy, dingy back sitting-room upstairs in that house. He had
been there very often, but had never been there without annoyance. It
was a horrid torture-chamber, kept for such dread purposes as these,
and no doubt had been furnished, and papered, and curtained with the
express object of finally breaking down the spirits of such poor
country gentlemen as chanced to be involved. Everything was of a
brown crimson,—of a crimson that had become brown. Sunlight, real
genial light of the sun, never made its way there, and no amount of
candles could illumine the gloom of that brownness. The windows were
never washed; the ceiling was of a dark brown; the old Turkey carpet
was thick with dust, and brown withal. The ungainly office-table, in
the middle of the room, had been covered with black leather, but that
was now brown. There was a bookcase full of dingy brown law books in
a recess on one side of the fireplace, but no one had touched them
for years, and over the chimney-piece hung some old legal pedigree
table, black with soot. Such was the room which Mr. Fothergill always
used in the business house of Messrs. Gumption & Gazebee, in South
Audley Street, near to Park Lane.