
Herbert Menzies Marshall, A winter’s evening on the Embankment with the Houses of Parliament beyond
(Source: poboh, via blastedheath)
“Babie leto. The summer of old women. Even today, years after leaving Russia, that’s what I always call Indian summer in my head. The stress on the first syllable, the second merging seamlessly into that bright le of false warmth. The time of year I’m happiest to live where I do, forgiving for once the winter cold that lasts just a little too long, the days that grow just a little too short a little too quickly—and then seem to stay there indefinitely.”
— Maria Konnikova, from Shades of Red: On Indian Summer (painting by George Inness, Indian Summer, 1894) with thanks to theparisreview
Vilhelm Hammershøi, The Tall Windows, 1913, posted on betwixt-worlds
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