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, Mad in Pursuit

11 July 2010

(41) Days of Summer

This is what happens when you accidentally show up an hour early to parties that are in the middle of the country--you find beautiful sunflower fields.





Luckily my friend Josh, who graciously drove me to this party, had his camera as well.  You don't feel more like a Kansan than when you're standing in a field of sunflowers. 

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