Walking The Painters’ Path

Of endless wheat fields,
Rolling hills,
And coloured daffodils.

𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨.

Splitting the horizon—
Skies in painter’s blue,
Gardens—
Lush in green hue.

𝘈𝘴 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘥.

At each step,
As if I’d been taken back
To a time once his—
As far as his eyes could see,
This 𝘖𝘪𝘴𝘦 would be
His canvas—
Laid out endlessly.

𝘞𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘴 𝘐 𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘫𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘈𝘶𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴-𝘴𝘶𝘳-𝘖𝘪𝘴𝘦, 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘰 𝘝𝘢𝘯 𝘎𝘰𝘨𝘩’𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦.

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Photos taken as I strolled along the Painters’ Path in Auvers-sur-Oise on a beautiful sunny day in May 2025. Vincent used to paint these spots and some during his 1-year stay in this quaint little town.