3 November 2009. Early pool, blue sky, golden jet sliver on long diagonal, upwards...
The claims of Corot. A woman reading in the landscape, by the side of a modest French pond. Barbizon School... Hand to cheek, book in lap, and in the distance, a boatman, partly hidden by rushes at water's edge. Here made wide, the horizon out of Homer or Inness, perhaps--a seafarer--the Coming Storm...
That expanse, a patrimony...
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