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Hello darkness, my old friend I've come to fly through you again Because a beacon softly beeping Lined us up while I was seeking And the vision that was planted in my brain Still remains Within the local airport

In restless dreams, I flew alone Narrow beams below us shone 'Bove the halo of a street lamp I turned my throttle from the cold and damp When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light That split the night And touched the localairport

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gay_irl

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hermey the elf was transgender

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one good thing about december on this hellsite is that this gif will be making its rounds again

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some of my favorite woven tapestries, by Cecilia Blomberg:

Point Defiance Steps

Mates

Rising Tides

Vashon Steps

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What I love about...

Photography

First of all it’s the light, my all out search for interesting light. Whether it be the color, the shadows, the time of day, whatever. It is my search. I have absolutely no photography training, my first love is for all things painting, my degree, my obsession. My first connection to photography was from my father who documented my family through photography and slide shows. Oh, how I loved those slideshows. Unfortunately most of my family’s slides were damaged in numerous floods during my childhood. I remember in my early days of high school I really wanted an SLR camera but I knew it was going to cost too much, so I never asked my Dad to buy me one. I used the history of photography as a reference for my paintings. I believe it was in the early 80‘s that I had some darkroom experience and learned the in’s and out’s of printing black and white photos and bought my first real camera, a Nikon F4, and dove right into photography head first. 

I bought all kinds of photography books and was mesmerized by the images of William Eggleston and Saul Leiter. I was looking for the uncommon photo, the one that really made you think about what was special about it and saw why light was the magic part, both in color and black and white photography. My personal interest in photography matched my interest in painting when digital photography was first available to the public. I bought an early Nikon that maybe had 2mb files and the idea I didn’t have to bring a roll to be processed was what sold me. I was fortunate enough to be working in publishing at the time and was on the ground floor of the digital revolution. I remember working in Photoshop 1.0 that had no layers and really small lores files, but I was sold on the immediacy of the medium. No more working for months on a painting, I could have and image and with a little digital magic make a piece of art. 

I spent almost 40 years in publishing as a Creative Director, designing and illustrating magazines and newspapers. It afforded me personal time to make art and take photographs with only having to please myself and pursue any avenue or medium I desired without criticism or encouragement. I have always looked at making art as my own personal therapy, my place to get lost in the work and enjoy the process and not the product. I’ve produced thousands of paintings, sculptures and photographs in my life and very few people outside my family has seen any of this. I do not make art for public approval, ego or awards, I am compelled to see in physical form what is rolling around in my head, a true obsession, I am obsessed to be a maker.

This where Tumblr and my blog come in. I am not a social media person, no Facebook for me, yikes, too much personal info floating around on that platform. I am a private person and not necessarily a sharer. A few years ago I met a photographer that teaches at the School of the Art Institute of Chicago. I told him that I painted and took photographs but did not share any of them and was not sure if I ever really wanted to. He said the word Tumblr and I had no idea what he was talking about. He said I think this would be a good platform for you because I could post some images and send them off to sail the digital seas without having to care about who saw them. So I put my toe in and thought if anything, maybe my Mom could see what I was working on.

Three years later, 13,000 images posted, plenty of followers and connections to some great artists and photographers.

Today I rarely leave my home without a camera (a real camera, no iPhone photography for me since I still hold on to my iPhone 4, not so great at photos). I take my various camera’s for walks and I search for the light because in the end it is all about the light.

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what shape will you be today, cat?

im can be an infinite number of shapes

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you fuckers thought i forgot about elf practice didn’t you?

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behold the best boy in the entire universe

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[ID: A highly textured digital drawing of Harrowhark Nonagesimus and Gideon Nav from the locked tomb series. Harrow is being lifted by Gideon. Her arm is outstretched and blood streaks out of her eyes, nose, and sweatglands. Gideon is holding a sword. Both are grinning wildly. End ID.]

Every day I thank Tamsyn Muir for giving my inner 13-yr old the fuel she needs to go absolutely apeshit.

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saving the last dance!!!!!!!!!

(turn your brightness up for max effect)

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gideon the ninth chapter 30 + harrow the ninth chapter 48

[ID: a quote from each book: 1. And though Gideon hated the cloisterites, and hated the Locked Tomb, and hated the ghastly great-aunts, and hated Crux most of all, she was hungry for the Reverend Daughter’s preoccupation. 2. I died knowing you’d hate me for dying; but Nonagesimus, you hating me always meant more than anyone else in this hot and stupid universe loving me. At least I’d had your full attention. /end ID]

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so I started rereading GtN (as one does) and was struck by this passage where from the very beginning of the book, Gideon positions herself as more important to Harrow than the Locked Tomb:

cut to the pool scene and Gideon learns that not only does Harrow love the corpse of the Locked Tomb, but that the corpse of the Locked Tomb was, in all her silent sleep, able to convince Harrow to live in a way Gideon's (loud, active, constant) existance in her life was never able to

and I think that is really, like, when Gideon truly starts her sort of... backslide wrt her perception of her relationship with Harrow -- like, at this point in the story in the pool, she's already well along in her corruption arc into the "Perfect Cavalier". BUT like, we know from being inside Harrow's head that Harrow would break herself and her duty in order to hold onto Gideon. she would & she did!!!! which is!!! something that Gideon KNOWS at the beginning of GtN but then forgets/is convinced out of, entierly unintentionally, but to the point where by the time she comes back in HtN she has a totally reversed perception of how Harrow feels. leading to, of course, this:

anyway.