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.
omg, this picture!!!
ReplyDeleteit 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? :-)
i love the photo too. green :)
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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!)
ReplyDeleteHi, A , i did try to tone it down you know - that bloody stubborn green :-) ---- but hey, what's that link ..... ???? could it be that ...... ????
i love your green.
ReplyDeleteahhhh - '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? :-)
ReplyDeleteah, beautiful...'decaying light' and the breeze...and the three bars between...hope you are doing good, dear ffflaneur!
ReplyDeletehey phoenix :-) risen from work's ashes?
ReplyDelete:-D ashes would be too dramatic a term...how about, the coils and alleys...
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