Cottage Among the Cypresses

A small cottage sits to one side, ringed by tall cypresses that press in close from every direction.

The whole scene is steeped in that golden hour light. The cottage rests there, its warm ochre walls and terracotta roof so solid and still. But the trees feel alive, don't they? Their feathery greens are built from looser, dragged strokes of paint that let them breathe. The light comes in low from the side, throwing long shadows across the earth and warming the plaster on the walls. It’s so peaceful. Even the shadows hold their deep color. A quiet settles over this grove, patient and unhurried, holding the small house in its long afternoon.