Softer Green of Many Summer Trees

                

                 

"Mildly and soft the western breeze
  Just kiss'd the lake, just stirr'd the trees,
  And the pleased lake, like maiden coy,
  Trembled but dimpled..."

   
Sir Walter Scott

Along These City Streets

                 

                

"... the city, its mass animating with yellow halo the landscape’s inhuman lack of color. Everything appear in black, gray and white (...). Then the markets, the streets, the squares one after another, exalted by a self-contained radiance, which would sharpen at the cresting of some wall or the gable of a rooftop, while you wondered in vain where the solar source of that light originated.


It was shadowless, that light, not emanating from a distant star but springing just as brightly from here below, from earthly human stone, with those subtle shades, those unexpected shimmerings of a sea shell, a flower or a feather, where light appears to have left its trace delicated imprinted in the material. And you thought: gray goes with the Gothic, red with the Baroque, but with the Romanesque goes yellow; the blond, honeyed, amber, golden stone that the Romanesque, careless or unconscious of its own beauty, like a boy’s rough body, is forever informed by."

             

Luis Cernuda and Stephen Kessler - Written in water

Liquid Diamonds

                 

              

"The air was cool and fresh and smelled of the kelp and salt (...).

The sun was high in the tender vault of the sky, and the thunderheads that would sweep in late in the day were still only white marble puffs at the margins of the sky, solid and silver-lined.

There was a blue clarity about the horizon..."

   

Anne Rivers Siddons - Colony

       

SoundSpot: Shivers...

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* Track: Editors - Camera (Junkie XL Remix), courtesy of Dreamboy - Living Strings album

* If you cannot view the YouTube video, you can watch it here.

Golden Hues of Sundown

               

          

"Down sank the great red sun, and in golden, glimmering vapors 
Veiled the light of his face..."

     

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - Evangeline