I was just thinking today how much I loathe summer. I mean, I am totally miserable until the first hard frost. The humidity, the heat, the drought that killed my poor petunias, the mosquitoes, the flies in my kitchen, the arguments about AC vs. a lousy fan, the pressure to wear less when it's an act of mercy to wear more (truly, in my case)... And then you post this drop-dead gorgeous vision of summer for me to feel guilty about. It's a visual meditation all by itself that my discomfort should not demean an entire season. Thanks for this. NY Mom
Thank you for that picture. It's been happy hour since Monday morning for me. Sigh.
I'm glad you both like it. It's stunning isn't it? I would love to have a print off this on my wall.
I do love your Russian painters. I am always surprised by the glowing colours. Aren't Russians a dour and depressive people?
They do seem to have a dark side that runs through their veins, which makes their expressions of joy and beauty all the more poignant and brilliant. NY Mom again
well, Korovin did find his home in Paris and Spain where he lived and learned from the Impressionists.
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