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Overlooking the Garden (1910)

John Knowles Hare (American, unknown)

A lush garden sprawls below, its vibrant greens and hidden pathways inviting exploration. The scene holds quiet mystery—what blooms just beyond view?
Gotische Kirche über Baumwipfeln bei Mondenschein (Circa 1840)

Carl Gustav Carus (German, 1789–1869)

Moonlight spills through twisted branches, casting silver over the Gothic church rising from the forest. The trees sway like dark waves, their leaves whispering against stone spires. A hush lingers—half reverence, half mystery—as if the night itself holds its breath before the ancient arches.
Evening Light

Marie Egner (Austrian, 1850–1940)

Golden light spills across the landscape, softening edges into hazy warmth. Shadows stretch long as day fades, the air thick with quiet. Trees stand silhouetted against a sky brushed with fading color. It’s that fleeting hour when everything seems to pause, holding its breath before night falls.
Autumn Tangle (1920)

William Henry Holmes (American, 1846–1933)

Leaves twist in a riot of gold and crimson, branches knotted like old veins. The woods hum with decay, every tangled vine whispering of seasons turning. You can almost hear the crisp snap underfoot.
Pont-Aven (1922)

Gustave Loiseau (French, 1865–1935)

A quiet French village emerges in loose, textured brushstrokes—soft greens and muted blues blurring rooftops into the landscape. The air feels damp, the light diffuse. Something lingers in the way the trees lean slightly, as if caught mid-sway by an unseen breeze.
Study from Jerusalem

Anna Boberg (Swedish, unknown)

Sunlight cuts through Jerusalem’s ancient walls, casting sharp shadows on weathered stone. The city’s weight lingers in every brushstroke, its history pressing against the canvas. A fleeting glimpse of something timeless, caught between dust and gold.
Autumn

Joseph Rubens Powell (English, 1860–1926)

Leaves blaze in fiery reds and golds, their crisp edges curling against a cool breeze. The forest floor hums with the quiet decay of fallen branches, rich earth peeking through the carpet of color. A fleeting warmth lingers in the air, caught between summer’s end and winter’s approach.
Sommertag in Vorderhindelang (1932)

Otto Modersohn (German, 1865–1943)

Golden fields ripple under a wide sky, dotted with wildflowers. A dirt path winds through the hills, inviting you deeper into the warm German countryside. The air hums with summer—lazy, sun-drenched, alive.
Idyll (1886)

Gerhard Munthe (Norwegian, 1849–1929)

A sunlit valley cradles a lone cottage, its thatched roof blending into golden fields. The mountains loom softly in the distance, their peaks dusted with lingering mist. Every brushstroke hums with quiet reverence for the land—not wild, but lived-in, tenderly held between earth and sky.