Magritte's work feels like permission to get weird, to surrender to fantasy, to wear fewer clothes—or no clothes at all—to experiment, flirt, be curious, and get a little unhinged. It is a time to mingle with the mythical creatures that exist in perpetual summer, unicorns and nymphs endlessly trapped in a lush dreamscape. And doesn't summer always... See more

It's a spontaneous delight and it could be anything, for example,

a sighting of a wedding party, including a decked out dog, setting up for photos?

a Cormorant drying out it's armpits on the big river rocks?

a string duo setup in the middle of the bridge playing into the sunset, their sound up and down the river?