Gustave Caillebotte
Achille Laugé
close and enclosed, unlike the space in which these clouds move—
a sky of gray mist it appeared—
and how looking intently at it we saw
its gray was not gray but a milky white
in which radiant traces of opal greens,
fiery blues, gleamed, faded, gleamed again,
and how only then, seeing the color in the gray,
a field sprang into sight, extending
between where we stood and the horizon
Claude Monet
Rupert Charles Wulsten Bunny
Frederick Childe Hassam
Raoul du Gardier
Jean Gouweloos
William McGregor Paxton
John White Alexander
Charles Edward Perugini
Edward John Poynter
Frederick Childe Hassam
title - Henri Frédéric Amiel
1.line Baudelaire
2.excerpt from a poem of Denise Levertov
3,and 4. from a poem of E.E.Cummings
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