by day the blue will pale down into white where it touches the white of the land, after sunset it has a new circumference-orange, melting upwards into tenderest purple. but the core of blue persists, and so it is by night. then the stars hang like lamps from the immense vault. the distance between the vault and them is as nothing to the distance behind them, and that farther distance, though beyond colour, last freed itself from blue. -e.m. forster (a passage to india)
Thursday, June 10, 2010
hanging around . . waiting for sunday
barbara and the vermeer costumes are just waiting for sunday! well, barbara isn't exactly waiting for sunday . . she's busy ironing and mending and tucking and hemming and getting ready for tomorrow's vermeer tech in the late afternoon . .
barbara and the vermeer costumes are just waiting for sunday! well, barbara isn't exactly waiting for sunday . . she's busy ironing and mending and tucking and hemming and getting ready for tomorrow's vermeer tech in the late afternoon . .
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