One has just been sent out as a biblical dove, has found nothing green, and slips back
into the darkness of the ark -- Kafka

Friday, July 31, 2015

Mystical Voluptuousness

Noteworthy because it keeps coming back. Saw it at least twice. Will try to dig up Flaubert's original French. "Mystical voluptuousness."

Deer in Corn (Morning Sun)

Very hard to get close enough to shoot. Gun shy. In this case I caught him by surprise: she was munching on some corn. She gave me a few secs before she flipped her white tail and bounded off.

Hay (Sunrise)


Thursday, July 30, 2015

Michigan Sojourn

Morning to myself: Walking, reading, straightening out a few financial matters (O dread). After a somewhat restless night (that bed is becoming less and less my friend), I woke late (7-ish) and walked to Jefferson Rd. and back. One far-off deer, no pics (nothing inspired a snap). Reading-wise I've pitted Mommsen's Rome against Richard Miles' Carthage.

Wednesday, July 29, 2015

Flaubert's Salammbo: The End

     Salammbo rose like her husband, with a cup in her hand, to drink also. She fell down again with her head lying over the back of the throne, -- pale, stiff, with parted lips, -- and her loosened hair hung to the ground.
     Thus died Hamilcar's daughter for having touched the mantle of Tanith. 

Salammbo by Alfons Mucha

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