Henry David Thoreau
1855
April 15, 9 A.M. – To Atkin’s boat-house.
No sun till setting. Another still, moist, overcast day, without sun, but all day a crescent of light, as if breaking away in the north. The waters smooth and full of reflections. A still cloudy day like this is perhaps the best to be on the water. To the clouds, perhaps, we owe both the stillness and the reflections, for the light is in great measure reflected from the water. Robins sing now at 10 A.M. as in the morning, and the phoebe; and pigeon woodpecker’s cackle is heard, and many martins (with white-bellied swallows) are skimming and twittering above the water, perhaps catching the small fuzzy gnats with which the air is filled. The sounds of church bells, at various distances, in Concord and the neighboring towns, sounds very sweet to us on the water this still day. It is the song of the villages heard with the song of the birds.
Three Trees in Spring ~ Claude Monet, 1891
Spring ~ Pablo Picasso, 1956
The Cascade in Spring ~ John Henry Twachtman, 1890-1899
Pasture in Bloom ~ Vincent van Gogh, 1887
The first flowers ~ Paul Gauguin, 1888
“Cool” Series No. 80, Impatient Spring ~ Perle Fine, 1963
Spring at Catou ~ Pierre-Auguste Renoir, 1872-1873
Melikhovo at spring ~ Isaac Levitan
Dark and Deep ~ Wolf Kahn
Trees by the Water ~ Paul Cezanne, 1900
Lake, Spring ~ Isaac Levitan, 1898
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