In Midsummer by R. Sloan Bredin one finds not only an unusually pleasing
piece of diagonal composition, not only a lyrical mood undisturbed by
disharmony, but also a way of seeing things which, if we could make it a
part of ourselves, would much enhance our own visual enjoyment of nature.
The beautiful play of color through the foliage of the big tree at the
left of the canal, the subtle effects produced by the faint haze of a July
noonday, the fresh tones of the nearer foliage drooping across the larger
tree beyond, should prove a lesson as well as a joy.
[Night’s Overture. Arthur B. Davies, 1862-]