Summer, early evening, late sun, warm walls. I’ve always said I love it and it’s still true. It must be a childhood thing. The walls of our house were dark yellow, not gray, but I always think of them as being lit by a late summer sun.
Summer, early evening, late sun, warm walls. I’ve always said I love it and it’s still true. It must be a childhood thing. The walls of our house were dark yellow, not gray, but I always think of them as being lit by a late summer sun.