John Atkinson Grimshaw, “A Manor House in Autumn” (1881)
GORGEOUS PICTURES FOR A DREARY AFTERNOON….FOR YOU TO ENJOY…
LIVE WELL, MY FRIENDS….
PS: “Her beauty drowned me. As I sat in front of her I felt that I would do anything mad for her, anything she asked of me. She was color, brilliance, strangeness.”
Anaïs Nin, from a diary featured in