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* photo journal *
there are two main types of things what may be found here: artsy-type things photos of things i want to remember
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| I'll post final photos later. Of those, I have 5 scanned and 8 total. Scanner was giving me trouble and I didn't get the final 3 scanned before I had to mount them, so I don't know what I'm going to do about that. Hopefully the mounted prints will scan all right. I don't think I want to post the others 'til I can post the whole set.
took these on my aunt's little automatic camera towards the beginning of Photo I...

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| I took some of these to remember, some because I found the subject matter amusing, some for artsy purposes, etc. All sorts of different reasons. As always, give it time to load (and don't scroll through too quickly:) ). It's not very dial-up friendly. There are more from the last two days. I didn't take too many the first couple days because I was just too busy soaking the city into all my pores. Some of them would look better with a border but it's late and I don't feel like editing/coding one in for all of them.

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More to come, perhaps later today. :) I still have to crop and resize most of the scans and stuff. | comments: 5 comments or Leave a comment  |
| | Current Music: | Sufjan Stevens - To Be Alone with You | | Subject: | Two sketches. | | Time: | 12:13 am |
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| I haven't sketched in what feels like forever. Last night, out of lowness, comes one. Tonight, out of good feelings, comes another. The second is much more finished than the first. Both of the images came from photos I took. Photos of them aren't as clear as they could be. Meh. Will fix that later.
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| | Current Music: | O.A.R. - Road Outside Columbus | | Subject: | me | | Time: | 04:39 am |
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| | just messing around tonight. i had my hair half-up and when i took it out, i noticed it was in kind of a cool pattern around one ear, so i thought i'd take a photo. then i took a few more. ( pictures of me ) | comments: 9 comments or Leave a comment  |
| | ...this is the first thing i have done in days that brings me joy. i wouldn't want making it a career to take the fun out of it, but i would really, really like to do more work in photography. it's healing for me... | comments: Leave a comment  |
| patterson park, dayton, ohio. dirty little crick behind the kids' ballpark. spiders and bubbles and waters and woodses... edit: the magnolias are from somewhere else, hehe.
[patience is a virtue when loading!]
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the rest are below, behind a cut. i would really greatly appreciate it if you would take the time to look at the photos, and to look at each of the photos instead of scrolling straight through. i say this because sometimes i have a tendency to do that and i have to stop and catch myself. so thank you:)
oh, and a warning: give it tiiiime to load.
onwards!
( mountains, waterfalls, bogs, and even me. you wish you were here... )
what i can't quite communicate in photos is the crisp cold of the water in the tiny roadside streams. the gritty squish of mud under my toes. the smell of woodsmoke and wet and clean air. how the mists move and shift. those sorts of things.
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[this cigarette is extremely long, i get them by the indigo box of 10. And then, you were sitting across from me: and my blood silkily telling i was, how wrong! (i thinking to have remembered how you were beautiful) this cigarette, when inhaled, produces a mystery like scented angels joking in a sharp soft row (i buy 10 of them in an indigo box.) Wrists. Elbows, Shoulders. Fingers. the minute amorous stirs of flesh invisibly visible (this cigarette, exhaled in musical shocks of kiss-coloured silence) by Christ kiss me. One kiss]

[like some gigantic ghost-flower born of night blossoming in white towers to the moon,]

( The trees, suddenly wait against the moon's face )
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