In trying to run down my camera's battery so I could fully charge it for a day of shooting,
I photographed things around my house that I thought were neat:
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| Morrigan: the lazy-ass tortie. |
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| My cherished Nosferatu necklace, the figure embedded in smoky resin. |
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Black Velvet Jesus in the Garden. Painted by mom, frame made by dad. Paint-by-numbers.
I grew up with this painting always around. Love the visual & tactile aspects. I can pet Jesus!
I kinda hope it becomes legend, and my mom gets a cult following of vintage velvet painting snobs. |
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| Miniature replica of Tutankhamen's sarcophagus. There's actually a tiny, gauze-wrapped mummy inside! |
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| Rooster ewer. Really not much more to say. |
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| Artist's dummy belonging to Other Manna. I mean to sew a model dress over it. Someday. |
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| This image basically sums up the existence of Spaz; he's just a huge butthole. |
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| Lights stapled to our porch. Hey, this is so whimsicle, I could sell it on Etsy now. |
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| Spooky tornado dome belonging to the Other Manna. Tiny paper bats swirl all about! |
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| A sprout photo from this spring. Back when I was enamored with bringing life from the ground. Now, eff that shit. |
Not shown: dirty dishes in the sink, floors gritty with cat litter, and thread-balls from my workspace. I'll cover that in the next post (
said no Manna, ever).
