Faulkner’s Fedora


I could smell the curves of the river beyond the dusk and I saw the last light supine and tranquil upon tideflats like pieces of broken mirror, then beyond them lights began in the pale clear air, trembling a little like butterflies hovering a long way off.

-William Faulkner, The Sound and The Fury

Model: Lisa
Camera: Canon digital
Place: Portland, OR