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:
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? :-)
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!)
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 ...... ????
i love your green.
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? :-)
ah, beautiful...'decaying light' and the breeze...and the three bars between...hope you are doing good, dear ffflaneur!
hey phoenix :-) risen from work's ashes?
:-D ashes would be too dramatic a term...how about, the coils and alleys...
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