The first time I laid eyes on this incredible English landscape painting, was in my hometown museum, I was smitten.
Depicting the ordinary, mundane chores of a gardener, at seasons end.
It reminded me of watching my grandfather, as he put his garden to rest after a successful growing season, piles of now-spent rhubarb leaves, and endless stacks of withered flowers.
I couldn't have been more than four years old at the time, but what an impression those days left on my early life.
A season ending, to begin again anew in just a few short months.
Evening_Brockham
Edward Wilkins Waite (14 April 1854 – 1924)
3 comments:
I love the painting. It's a beautiful English country scene. I'd like to see the original.
I can smell the burning leaves.
That really is lovely and everyone seems to remember something different but similar when they see it. For it, I thought of how when I was 10, the older people on our street would burn their leaves at the edge of the street.
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