The Burning Cathedral of Summer

The Burning Cathedral of Summer

“come on in, we’re not ready.”

I thought it was high time for a Friday roundup and review.

Summer is finally heating up, I mean activity-wise. Suddenly every weekend of the month is full and I’m not quite sure how I feel about that… but there are some lovely things to look forward to including a trip to Michigan to see the family and a weekend in New York.  And then there are the simple (free) things like Shakespeare in the park in Boston, The Wizard of Oz in Portsmouth and Buster Keaton in The General at the Gulu-Gulu Ccafe.

In other news:

. reading The Archivist by Martha Cooley has ignited an interest in T.S. Eliot
. completely charmed by Dear Photograph, “a photo of the past in the present”
. gorgeous gypsy caravans
. Brad Elterman’s rock photos
. pretty boys
. modernist LP cover design
. some outside spaces I would like to call my own
. obsessed with this photographer and the post on the jazz age lawn party in particular.
. also enjoying My Daguerreotype Boyfriend.
. and this lovely post on how to talk to little girls.

finally, a quote:

“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

Have a lovely weekend everyone!

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