‘Twas here my summer paused
What ripeness after then…
What ripeness after then…
Emily Dickinson
A summer hayfield in the West River Valley of Vermont with Putney Mountain looming in the distance. A hot and hazy August afternoon. The insects buzzing about me, the hint of rain in the air. The realization that this day, this afternoon, is the peak of summer.
I have added two new paintings to my websight RVJart.com; 36 Miles of Trouble, which I recently posted about. And for those of you who have visited my studio this summer, you may have seen this painting in progress; psalm 180
On this Labor Day, while not the meteorological end of summer, it is effectively the practical end for most people. So this is a remembrance of this summer gone by…