A wide meadow with distant sun glow breaking between the blustery cumulous clouds of spring. An emotional rush hits as a feeling of a breezy mix of warm and cool air come to mind. Quietly, comes the spring.
On a day like this, it is possible to have that moment when the first hint of the seasons’ change is about to take place. It is the period of the equinox, when the sun is at the mid-point of its apparent annual travel from its winter dip to its summer height . The winds bluster while the atmosphere mixes between warm and cool. From time to time the sun will strike your skin from between the cold billowing clouds like a warm finger tap. Scarves and jackets will soon give way to summer shirts.
To take a moment to observe the weather and feel the air is part of life. In a way, this transition is symbolic, indicating the necessity of the unique forces of nature working with each other to maintain our lives. All this keeps going on, often beyond our notice. In depictions of large expansive landscapes, particularly oil paintings, it is easy to find ourselves pondering some existential thoughts. Here is a meditative scene of a cool wind swept plain. Far in the distance is a fleeting patch of sunlight. The clouds may be slowly and silently passing. In any case, the richness from such pondering hopefully adds some soulful perspective to our daily interactions.
Note: If interested, I invite you to consider the work of Jacob Van Ruisdael. (This link takes you to the National Gallery of London website). In my opinion, he produced some of the finest of Dutch landscape painting that exemplifies the idea of quiet magnificence.