There are some days where words aren’t needed. These are the days of summer, where we pass our time in the park laying under a tree and reading a book. Maybe there is a stream nearby and we can hear the water babbling gently over the rocks. If we look up, we can see the clouds passing by, the kind of clouds that Murakami said “lingered faintly in the sky”. The ones he says watercolor artists like because they are a “test of the artist’s delicate brushstrokes” (Haruki Murakami, 1Q84, page 1021). Summer is where we are encouraged to take a brief pause and appreciate the beauty of the world around us.
Below is a selection of photos and paintings that I think of when I think of summer.
A Walk Through The City 