Nothing has happened yet. The grass is still bright. The wildflowers are still standing. But that sky is closing in and everything on the ground knows it.
Shishkin was obsessed with Russian forests and fields. He painted them like portraits. Like they had personalities. And here he caught the land holding its breath. The storm isn't the point. The waiting is.
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