Late Summer






A late afternoon in late summer … like all "late" expressions (late works, late style, … ) redolent with delicate wistfulness.

The sun at noon was still burning hot, but lost strength fast. And in the park the late afternoon brought long shadows and a breeze full of autumnal scents.

It felt so soothing, the decaying light amongst the trees, the crisp haziness of the air.



8 comments:

Roxana said...

omg, this picture!!!
it is perfect! the colours, the soft focus on the trees, the lines...
if I say that it looks like a painting - would this bring joy to your pictorialist heart, or would you be offended that I fail to recognize the specificity of photography as such? :-)

Antonia said...

i love the photo too. green :)
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ffflaneur said...

ah Roxana you see right through my 'pictorialist heart' ;-) --- this photo is indeed a loving tribute to 19th C landscape painting ... (but of course i'd also join you any time in a passionate discourse about the autonomy of photogaphy!)

Hi, A , i did try to tone it down you know - that bloody stubborn green :-) ---- but hey, what's that link ..... ???? could it be that ...... ????

antonia said...

i love your green.

Roxana said...

ahhhh - 'that bloody stubborn green' - that made me laugh so much - yes, I cannot but agree, why on earth is it so difficult to get a decent green in pictures? :-)

Phoenix said...

ah, beautiful...'decaying light' and the breeze...and the three bars between...hope you are doing good, dear ffflaneur!

ffflaneur said...

hey phoenix :-) risen from work's ashes?

Phoenix said...

:-D ashes would be too dramatic a term...how about, the coils and alleys...