Pablo Picasso Two Women Running on the Beach The Race painting

Pablo Picasso Two Women Running on the Beach The Race painting
Louis Aston Knight A Bend in the River painting
treetops, filling the golden air with their jubilant voices. The silver fluting of the frogs came from marshes and ponds, over fields where seeds were beginning to stir with life and thrill to the sunshine and rain that had drifted over them. The air was fragrant with the wild, sweet, wholesome smell of young raspberry copses. White mists were hovering in the silent hollows and violet stars were shining bluely on the brooklands.
"What a beautiful sunset," said Diana. "Look, Anne, it's just like a land in itself, isn't it? That long, low back of purple cloud is the shore, and the clear sky further on is like a golden sea."
"If we could sail to it in the moonshine boat Paul wrote of in his old composition -- you remember? -- how nice it would be," said Anne, rousing from her reverie. "Do you think we could find all our yesterdays there, Diana -- all our old springs and blossoms? The beds of flowers that Paul saw there are the roses that have bloomed for us in the past?"
"Don't!" said Diana. "You make me feel as if we were old women with everything in life behind