“Sometimes my thought rustles in midsummer as if ripe for the fall. I anticipate the russet hues and the dry scent of autumn, as the feverish man dreams of balm and sage.”— American essayist, naturalist and poet Henry David Thoreau (1817-1862), journal entry for Sept. 2, 1841, in The Writings of Henry David Thoreau: Journal, Volume I, 1837-1846, edited by Bradford Torrey (1906)
Sunday photoblogging: punch card loom
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