23.8.10

etsyshibori


on
via










speaking of chairs, sir



this was one of the first
on the blog & long since
a favorite.
taken while
practically
running through
Weimar; thinking then,
as now, that there was
more
to this corner than
could be known.
forlorn, now, but with
some easy still grace.

elegant in it's age.








yes,



i've mentioned this before:
the end of summer.

tomorrow, for us, it is
official. school starts.

of course, the weather
today took a turn for the
top of the thermometer (as
it so often does the week the
empty classrooms creak open
again). so much, i now realize,
to look forward to. so many good
things to look back upon. all in all:
it's been quite lovely, hasn't it?






a Quietness distilled
As Twilight long begun



dear tish,



not the quadrille, but
realized today you might
like these ('tho i had run
out of space and time
on the camera & this
was the best i could get)

but the atmosphere!

it was something else
altogether

just as he had intended









our summer made her light escape into the beautiful



ivan terestchenko












photo: ivan terestchenko



have been captivated


by windows





always












photos: vt


19.8.10











square deal












dear liz danzico,



Thanks for your intentional organization. Every day.

And thanks for the Ryan Freitas (35 lessons) post today (from which I quote the following):


Work

- Debates over terminology and semantics are for archivists and academics. If you’re interested in the living heart of what you do, focus on building things rather than talking about them.

- No one gives a damn about the size of your to-do list.

- How we handle ambiguity and failure has a lot to do with our potential for success.

- Your reputation is more important than your paycheck, and your integrity is worth more than your career.
Ryan Freitas






18.8.10

summer round-up














water ph: vt


As imperceptibly as Grief
The Summer lapsed away—
Too imperceptible at last
To seem like Perfidy—
A Quietness distilled
As Twilight long begun,
Or Nature spending with herself
Sequestered Afternoon—
The Dusk drew earlier in—
The Morning foreign shone—
A courteous, yet harrowing Grace,
As Guest, that would be gone—
And thus, without a Wing
Or service of a Keel
Our Summer made her light escape
Into the Beautiful.






emily dickinson