Janine Niépce

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Who is the poet? Not I.

Who is the lover? Not I.

"and there are always those to whom all self-revelation is contemptible, unless it ends with a noble thanks to the gods for the Unconquerable soul.
But I had been thanking the gods too long, and thanking them for nothing."


- F. Scott Fitzgerald

GATHER ye rose-buds while ye may,
Old Time is still a-flying:
And this same flower that smiles to-day,
To-morrow will be dying.
The glorious Lamp of Heaven, the Sun,
The higher he’s a-getting
The sooner will his race be run,
And nearer he’s to setting.
That age is best which is the first,
When youth and blood are warmer;
But being spent, the worse, and worst
Times, still succeed the former.
Then be not coy, but use your time;
And while ye may, go marry:
For having lost but once your prime,
You may for ever tarry.

Robert Herrick

Being Bardot

**Brigitte inspired photos of Stephanie, well, they remind me of the lovely Ms. Bardot at least

There is something to be said for simplicity - and that is one thing summer always brings. A sleepy haze, a quiet calm, they're all aspects of the warm season. Winter is layered, it's tangled up in scarves and sweaters; summer strips everything down to shorts and sleeveless shirts.

I finally deleted my facebook account, and, in doing so, condensed my 1 500 + tagged/posted photos into 175 I actually felt the need to keep. These are all from last year, some from two summers ago, last spring, and last January when I had my I'm-drugged-out Pete Doherty thing going on (refer to the blonde photo 4 down). I haven't taken too many photo's lately, but I love to look back on the times when I was always carrying my camera. Though, I will be experimenting with film this weekend, since I'm buying a few disposable cameras to use at my graduation and while I'm camping.