this is definitly a place where I could stay during hours…And Think about nothing…Or at the essentiel…
Your composition and the colors here give the best at this ” melancholy picture “…
In the ligne of Your other last post post… But I Fell good 😉
Hope that all is perfect for You and Yours mon Ami Peter.
Your Friend.
Hugues.
Thank you Hugues.
I’m with Hugues on this image; it has, I think, a sense of both melancholy and joy (sort of Keatsian in that), and maybe has a bit of the growing up growing older feel of Neil Young’s “On Sugar Mountain”. (Talk about your odd couples.)
I was originally tempted to think of it as atypical of your usual work, but on second thought (or 3rd or 4th) it is one of life’s little moments; but it is a still one, an in between one, a pause, a deep breath between kids past and kids future, here on the outskirts of what could be nearly anywhere. Anyhow, in the end I was, like H, quite taken with it almost as an object of meditation.
Love how you identify this, Greg, as being an “in between” pause between “life’s little moments”. I am uncertain.
You and Hugues seem to understand, however, that the melancholy goes hand-in-hand with the joy.
Prosophos 
Cher Peter,
this is definitly a place where I could stay during hours…And Think about nothing…Or at the essentiel…
Your composition and the colors here give the best at this ” melancholy picture “…
In the ligne of Your other last post post… But I Fell good 😉
Hope that all is perfect for You and Yours mon Ami Peter.
Your Friend.
Hugues.
Thank you Hugues.
I’m with Hugues on this image; it has, I think, a sense of both melancholy and joy (sort of Keatsian in that), and maybe has a bit of the growing up growing older feel of Neil Young’s “On Sugar Mountain”. (Talk about your odd couples.)
I was originally tempted to think of it as atypical of your usual work, but on second thought (or 3rd or 4th) it is one of life’s little moments; but it is a still one, an in between one, a pause, a deep breath between kids past and kids future, here on the outskirts of what could be nearly anywhere. Anyhow, in the end I was, like H, quite taken with it almost as an object of meditation.
Love how you identify this, Greg, as being an “in between” pause between “life’s little moments”. I am uncertain.
You and Hugues seem to understand, however, that the melancholy goes hand-in-hand with the joy.