Rain bathed cobblestones,
like petrified loaves of bread,
reflect the clopping feet of man and beast.
A family of umbrellas
held by long departed souls;
their bobbing ceased by the artist’s hand
who also crafted a
curious couple
in this misty land.
On what their eyes gazed
he would never say,
but it matters not—we still have a rainy Paris day
Sep 14, 2012
Sep 14, 2012 at 2:54 PM UTC
Rain bathed cobblestones,
like petrified loaves of bread,
reflect the clopping feet of man and beast.
A family of umbrellas
held by long departed souls;
their bobbing ceased by the artist’s hand
who also crafted a
curious couple
in this misty land.
On what their eyes gazed
he would never say,
but it matters not—we still have a rainy Paris day
http://www.artic.edu/aic/collections/artwork/20684 cut and paste for link to painting...
wrote this a few years ago, inspired by the painting by impressionist Gustave Caillebotte--probably my favorite impressionist--I had seen it in all its splendor at the Impressionist Exhibit in Forth Worth Texas, USA, in the summer of 2008--the painting is huge in real life, yet his attention to detail is impressive--I encourage those interested in art to Google image this to see a clearer version of the great work of art. I do not know if the link I provided to the painting will work
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