spring

emily and cynthia

are two of my favorite people in rennes.

epi oinopa ponton

ulysses is pretty insane, but also extremely lovely.  i particularly enjoy the "wavewhite wedded words shimmering on the dim tide" taken from yeats's poem, "who goes with fergus?"

WHO will go drive with Fergus now,

And pierce the deep wood's woven shade,

And dance upon the level shore?

Young man, lift up your russet brow,

And lift your tender eyelids, maid,

And brood on hopes and fear no more.

And no more turn aside and brood

Upon love's bitter mystery;

For Fergus rules the brazen cars,

And rules the shadows of the wood,

And the white breast of the dim sea

And all dishevelled wandering stars.

bowen-the heat of the day

pulling his head down, she butted her forehead against his: their brain-cases touched--contact of absolute separations she was not to forget.

nuit blanche