It was still early, and the sun's lower limb was just free of the hill, his rays, ungenial and peering, addressed the eye rather than the touch as yet.

The atmosphere beneath is languorous, and is so tinged with azure that what artists call the middle distance partakes also of that hue, while the horizon beyond is of the deepest ultramarine.

Eyeing her as a critic eyes a doubtful painting.

When yellow lights struggle with blue shades in hairlike lines.

Landscape with Horse and Cart, Figures, and Ruins

It was a soft, reposeful summer landscape, as lovely as a dream, and as lonesome as Sunday.