Eating Fire. 1 Happy Summer Solstice! (Patreon)

This is the solstice, the still point of the sun, its cusp and midnight, the year’s threshold and unlocking, where the past lets go of and becomes the future; the place of caught breath, the door of a vanished house left ajar

—Margaret Atwood, Eating Fire: Selected Poetry, 1965-95

Unpublished Pictures from last summer

Which one is your favorite picture?