The photographs of N.P. Thompson

sunlit curtain

sunlit curtain “When he came out of the house the last intense light of the winter day was pouring over the town below him, and the bushy tree-tops and the church steeples gleamed like copper…

…he would never go away from Haverford; he had been through too much here ever to quit the place for good. What was a man’s ‘home town’ anyway, but the place where he had had disappointments and had learned to bear them?”

— Willa Cather, from Lucy Gayheart, 1935


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