1. babes & brunch, two of my favorites


  2. in this penultimate week of august I’m reading (among other things) *One Man’s Meat*, a series of essays by E.B. White.

    the essays are lovely to read—unsentimental almost to the point of being banal about their subjects: farm/country life in Maine and World War II. of course, EBW plays with this tone of banality with his wit and writer’s precision. I’m interested in the way the war creeps into these essays on “country life,” and have been considering this tactic of writing of war—or rather, of not NOT writing of war. (!?) these essays bring up for me the concept of a writer’s responsibilities…

    I’d not call these essays keen portrayals of *Life at War*. …I find they do serve, however, as lucid portraits of the *banality* of life and war during this time. by not focusing on war itself, but rather on the ways it bleeds into everyday life (and, importantly, by introducing these ruptures without fanfare—in short, by treating air raids with the same measured witticism as his wife’s struggles to identify songbirds), White produces windows into life of a country at war which are apt, I’d suggest, precisely because of the liminal role war plays in the essays.

    anyway, they are nice essays to read in august in maine, I am finding, on the beach or in bed listening to cricket friction. the end of august! in every corner, it seems, pale moths blindly pattering out their lives in the daylight…the morning sun is starting to slant, but we’re still swimming in the sea.

    school is starting soon, though this time—the first time—without me.


  3. moth season



    (Source: cargocollective.com)


  5. I bought a book on pickling (Saving the Season by Kevin West), a good investment this rainy week.


  6. come on, summer—one last hurrah?

    images from femmeinnest.tumblr.com



  8. teethagoddess:

    We at Howard University stand in solidarity with Ferguson.

    Even our innocence is threatening.

    » shit’s fucked up. #racism #policebrutality

    (via magicjug)


  9. rhodeislandprep:

    A beautiful photo of the house in San Francisco where Mrs. Doubtfire was filmed. Such a loved man, such a heart breaking death. Rest in Peace, Robin Williams.



  10. mid-August, particularly pagan…


  11. mm-mm, thinkin bout my grown up lady apartment

    {so sorry, i have carelessly lost track of all these image sources}


  12. black trumpets from my friend & farmer


  13. Foxtail Farm
    Union, Maine


  14. The Olson House
    Cushing, Maine


  15. we shall by morning
    inherit the earth