Back when I could both see and feel Landscapes like this I treasured; But senses dull with age, disuse And I’m now rarely pleasured By scenes of art or nature, as Capacities are fading; Yes, losing joy is part of life — But it’s So damned Degrading
"Where ancient tracks..."
Ekphrasis: the process of describing a work of art.
I wish I was in sunny Spain...
Painting by William Merritt Chase.
The world-we-know we come to think the world [...]
To feel alive.
I know it is wrong to apply modern sensibilities to things of the past, but, I did it anyway.
Painting: "Shinnecock Hills, Peconic Bay" by William Merritt Chase.