Quote for the Day

I walk without flinching through the burning cathedral of the summer. My bank of wild grass is majestic and full of music. It is a fire that solitude presses against my lips.

Violette Leduc

Tuesday's Path

Waiting to cross the highway on my way home, this little whistle pig completely ignored me.

Storm clouds gathering.

Almost Home

What can Brown do for you?

Betty's Boyfriend treats her well.