Languid Sunday Afternoons

"...everything was still in the languid afternoon."

(Quote: Mrs. Oliphant, 1872)

 

 

Sundays in summer were slow-paced and tranquil. Sundays meant friends on a hammock in the shade of a grape-arbor. Sundays meant rocking chairs by the hydrangea bushes, and lounging under the maple trees. And Sunday meant feeding cherries to your fiance when you posed for Dillman Bomberger's photographs. 

Perhaps Dillman actually took some of these photos on a day other than Sunday, but his evocative photographs can make any day seem like Sunday.