Diego Rivera paintings

Diego Rivera paintings
Don Li-Leger paintings
David Hardy paintings
the south, the Year Priests give the word and great crowds gather to see the sun pause at the peak of a certain tower or stab through a certain target with an arrow of light at dawn: the moment of solstice. Now increasing heat will
parch the southern grasslands and prairies of wild grain, and in the long dry season the rivers will run low and the wells of the city will go dry. Spring follows the sun northward, melting snow from those far hills, brightening valleys with green... And the Ansarac will follow the sun.
"Well, I'm off," old friend says to old friend in the city street. "See you around!" And the young people, the almost-one-year-olds—to us they'd be people of twenty-one or twenty-two—drift away from their households and groups of pals, , and seek out, among the labyrinthine apartment complexes and communal dwellings and hostelries of the city, one or the other of the parents from whom they parted, back in the summer. Sauntering casually in, they remark, "Hullo, Dad," or "Hullo, Mother. Seems like everybody's going back