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The payment box
Haha, we recently got those curtains in the windows.
A close up of our house.
Our neighbour's yard.
The trail behind our house.
The side of our house.
Grandma said that Uncle Tim planted that tree 15 years ago. I taught myself how to climb on that tree.
I can't believe we have to say goodbye to this place....
We're not moving until the 13th of December. But still...this place is my home.
+316+The sad and depressed Rebster+
"And diamond stars shine glitter bright. Gorging your Sanhedralite... Words are falling to the floor. Glands stand pouring fruit tree. Now they glisten on the waterline... See how you are at the shore" and if you know where those lyrics are from, you are singing along with the song in my head as I review these photographs from the last three weeks.
Early this month I was honored to have Rebekah as a guest. We stayed up all night and we were lucky to wake in time before the sun went dark.
I can touch the sky over the surface of the water.
Sunlight sent rainbow shards dancing out all around us.
Rebekah looks comfy lying on the bright yellow leaves. She was like a velvet black cat pouncing all along the trees. I like how wide her eyes are here, like at any moment she was about to leap up and play.
Those yellow leaves really spoke to us. Couldn't help but let our hair loose down over the ground. The sunlight perfectly frames Rebekah's face here.
I love this drainage tunnel and how mysterious it can be. A magical juxaposition of man made material and nature. In the distance the opposite tunnel opening appears skull-like. Rebekah seems very steampunk here, her camera her mystical divining device...
Savannah was a blur of impatience struggling against the chill in the air.
Almost a week later, it was all clouds and ice and rain.
The shore is crowded with fallen leaves that seem inviting, a heavy wet blanket of color I want to dive into.
These leaves appear like barrettes in a thorny mass of branches.
All summer long I've watched these two little trees intertwine. As the green fades, the branches and leaves seem to depart and more of a portal emerges, leading to tiny places beyond.
More drops of wet bejewel the leaves.
Even without sun, the darkened birches are warmed by the orange leaves.
It was snowing here, but only barely.
The snow didn't stay. It's too early for that. Instead the wet hangs like moonstone drops all along the naked branches.
A dry day.
I can't resist playing in the leaves.
The marshland is flooded from the rain, but here the honey and marigold color of the leaves make me think it's flooded with honey and I long to get stuck in there and dream.
My favorite neighborhood weeping willow calls to me...
I look forward to more adventures with Rebekah this Samhain weekend. The trees are always there, inviting us to play!
Over the weekend I was honored to have a few Mindsay friends, foreverknight and iverness63, sleep over at my place and then take me home to their place in Janesville! Sunday night was especially magical as we took a late night tour of the country. I don't have enough words to describe the experience. I'm still overwhelmed and in a very happy state of mind over it all. I feel like I owe Rebekah and Josh so much for the joy they gave me! We took A TON of photos during our respective visits. So now I have this HUGE catalog of images to mill through, but out of them all, I had to first post the collection I captured that Sunday night in Janesville. I was hoping to capture a spirit orb, and, sure enough, I did in the first photo pictured above. The second image is a close up of the orb. I know Rebekah will be VERY pleased as the photo features one of her favorite trees! Sometimes little blessings from the spirit world show up to wink at us.
The rest of the images are from the same tree, the forest park floor, and branches of oaks that surrounded us. I love to occasionally take photos like this at night because of how mysterious everything looks in the dark -- to have that bright flash go off like a spotlight on the leaves... what else can I say? I'm happy exhausted. You can see that happy exhaustion in our eyes in the last three pictures. Savannah glows and flies like a ghost on a swing. A lovely long-haired willow tree let us cuddle up to it -- making it appear as if it was swallowing us in the last two photos.
Yeah. Go ahead and say it. We're just a bunch of tree huggers having the time of our lives. I know! *flashes big smile*
meaning: cross the cultures cross the city --> bathed in radiant lights of day and street light nights
1. don real fur. skate down to the bros and the girls drinking James Ready in the hot hot hot afternoon light... some were down with the veggie burgers --> this is sorta East Village North in a way so it's all good (understood?)
2. when Nixon and I finally made it up north there to the midtown Italian - Portuguese festival, the burning ball in the sky had shifted to a sentimental circle that was bent on adding colour to the evening of Brazilian dancers, uniformed stage bands and the six blocks jammed with immigrant families, young couples and blue collar workers. the empty streetcar tracks disappeared with the curve of the hillside into the distant haze of the midtown landscape -- it was a light but thick green.
3. saw an old roommate i hadn`t talked to in years. that went pretty well. looked pretty bulky. i thought he would be a bitch to me. but he was pretty cool. but he did talk a bit in riddles, if you know what i mean. like, the way people talk to you when they have some negative opinion about you (i.e. their ego is telling them they`re better than you) but they don`t really want to tell you.
4. heard a new version of this laid back band`s wikkidist song. we had to pass through one dark bar, and head through a curtain to the back room to take in the set. the guitar screams california. the lyrics inspired. apparently the drummer holds shit together. they could be for hippies or hipsters -- and yet they wouldn`t belong to either category. somehow the tunes are crisp and marketable. you just know they don`t think they`re better than anyone -- ya know... apparently they`ve just started recording my favourite track -- and, this stoked me out, the drumbeat they just laid down is pretty damn intense, the lead singer says...
5. gathered gossip on the inner-workings of the jungle crews of the city. one of the star players in the scene is looking for a new home. *but i may have already witnessed the next step --- I talked to a powerful party promoter that`s trying to bring FG on board... that was random but nice to hear
6. met up with my womens studies girl and just chilled on her porch at like 3 a.m. or whatever. i guess she likes dubstep now. and MIA. obviously. I guess the new vid with Rye Rye is just SMOKING HOT. (i.e. the girls are smoking hot -- chillin on a couch or something). this coming from a women`s studies major.
7. made some beats. yeah.
8. and etc.
Just a peek into my world this week. In between drawing pages, I sneak out to take photos of a few sunsets and I squeeze in a bit of fun work -- you know, the kind that you don't get paid for but do just for the sake of enjoyment alone? The busier I am, the more prone I am to slack off productively. I tell myself that as long as I'm making something worthwhile that I can use later or sell, the less guilty I'll be of procrastination, technically. I even spent some time this week to quickly decorate a few new mannequin heads (completely glittered or is that glitterfied? I like saying "glitterfied" so let's make that a new word, eh?). The mannequins are going to be used as the heads of "mermaids" for a nautical theme store window display later this summer.
The self portraits were taken next to my new favorite tree: smoke trees! The branches are almost about to bloom, you can just barely see the pink that is to come. The poncho I'm wearing I hand sewn last night. It has a tribal print alligator on the sleeves. I wore the OPI color "Friar! Friar! Pants on Fire" to match. Why is that necessary for me to tell you that? I suppose it would be something I would naturally bring up in a conversation if we ran into each other at the grocery or video store tonight.
I'm looking forward to the Summer Solstice. This year will be just as special as last year's, but even better. It's the anniversary of Mr. Snuggles and I's first meeting. So, yes, since I don't actually know what Mr. Snuggles' birthday is, it's now going to be celebrated on the Summer Solstice. Be sure to wish my baby boy all the best! I added a few pix of Mr. Snuggles for your enjoyment. I never get tired of taking his picture, especially when he's all into playing and running around. He's my happy kitty.
I have to drag myself back home to the drawing board now. *grumbles* I already spent too much time online making mix CDs of new soundtrack music to listen to while drawing today. Uh... did I just say that right? Okay. Time to get out of here and take a walk! Have a good night.
And if you don't hear from me anytime too soon, you'll know it's because I'm seriously getting some drawing done, locked away in my little hobbit hole of an apartment!
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