golden-tinged

The pictures are innovative, modern; yet they recall the silvery gleam of Diego Velázquez's armor, the golden-tinged, blue-gray sheen of Jean-Baptiste-Siméon Chardin's fruit, the rugged, oily earth-tones of Rembrandt's shadows, and the mysteriousness of Johannes Vermeer.

A Modern Movement Unto Himself Lance Esplund 2011

The soarer looked young, and very feminine, her shape shrouded by the golden-tinged green mist that acted as a garment.

Darkness Modesitt, L. E. 2003

At distance, what one saw was a golden-tinged oblong, rounded at the ends like a cigar, and shimmering delicately as it end-over-ended through space.

THE WOUNDED SKY DIANE DUANE 1983

At distance, what one saw was a golden-tinged oblong, rounded at the ends like a cigar, and shimmering delicately as it end-over-ended through space.

THE WOUNDED SKY DIANE DUANE 1983

At distance, what one saw was a golden-tinged oblong, rounded at the ends like a cigar, and shimmering delicately as it end-over-ended through space.

THE WOUNDED SKY DIANE DUANE 1983

At distance, what one saw was a golden-tinged oblong, rounded at the ends like a cigar, and shimmering delicately as it end-over-ended through space.

THE WOUNDED SKY DIANE DUANE 1983

It was one of those perfectly fine and radiant days of early summer, with a touch of easterly about the breeze, which means perhaps a drier air, and always seems to bring out the true colours of our countryside, as with a touch of ethereal golden-tinged varnish.

Father Payne Benson, Arthur C. 1915

The hair was very fair, golden-tinged, and had the appearance of being carefully dressed, though it was nature which laid those rows of soft curls so neatly on her head.

Insulinde: Experiences of a Naturalist's Wife in the Eastern Archipelago 1887

With those socks on, it seemed just as though he was walking the streets of the New Jerusalem, with heaven and stacks of silver-fringed and golden-tinged clouds beneath his feet, buried up to the eyes in floods of liquid moonshine.

The Soldier Boy; or, Tom Somers in the Army A Story of the Great Rebellion Oliver Optic 1859

The dark pines, the soft-green firs, the golden-tinged birches, the hazels with their pale leaves, and the mountain ashes with their bunches of scarlet berries, arranged themselves on these in a variety of changing masses; while the Heimdal river, intoxicated with the floods of heaven, roared onward more impetuous and powerful than ever.

Strife and Peace Fredrika Bremer 1833