"carousel at sunset" isn't quite 'cellar door' but it has a vibe to it.

Well, while I'm here.

I've gone back to shooting on film recently (as has, I'm aware, half the internet) for all the reasons you might expect; the joy of a physical object, the impetus to put more care into setting up my 36 shots per roll rather than just firing away, the fact that I get to decide how my image looks by controlling light rather than letting an app flatten it with fake HDR. My tool of choice has been a Minox GT-E, a teeny tiny camera, one of the smallest 35mm cameras ever made. It was a gift from a friend, who bought it new in Switzerland and used it on four continents across the 80s and 90s. He put it on a shelf after switching to digital and felt it needed a good home, so now it's my constant companion.

Anyway I just love this shot. @plenilune is lurking in the shadows, there. We were catching the bus back from a local bar and I ran across the street to snap this with the bus barreling closer, and I thought it wasn't going to turn out. Instead, it's an image I just keep going back to, which is part of the draw of the medium, really.

oh, hello, Tumblr.

I've been stirred from my dreams in my sarcophagus by being told this post is making rounds yet again, somehow. This place is strange to me now; it's pokes and checks alien, it's colors new and unusual. I am a stranger in what was once my homeland. I haunt this post.

And also this post. You know, like, the wooden one.

Anyway hello to you all, please enjoy the site of my poor Honda Accord's final moments, she was a wonderful car. At some point I'll come back here more regularly, mostly because I've been shooting a lot of film of late and I'd like a place to post more of it. I just don't do well with endless scroll, my brain cannot rest until I've seen Every Post and then I don't do anything else.

But that's neither here nor there.

Mundane America. Broken pole with rope and an American Flag. Cincinnati, Ohio.

you know usually I think people are exaggerating when they say "you couldn't waterboard this out of me" but um Yeah this? you couldn't waterboard this out of me

Also my god, my old likes are so cis.  What was happening in my little brain back then.

Reports of my demise have been greatly overexaggerated.

Also I can’t believe I log in here after years and I’ve got dozens of messages about the damn telephone pole.  What a strange small world we have.

SHIVERS [Legendary: Success] — Before you stands an inflatable pool filled with plastic balls. Despite being referred to as a "pit", it's quite shallow. Currently inhabited by a handful of young denizens, members of a social network, faces painted to look like characters from a story about teenagers who bring about the end of the old world and start anew.

YOU — What else do I see?

SHIVERS — It's flanked by an inflatable castle. The fans used to keep these structures erect fill the conference hall with an ominous drone, washing out the conversations around you. You can make out an utterance about shipping, but it's evident none of these people are involved in freight. Occasionally, a shoe squeaking on the concrete floor pierces the drone. You feel insignificant, and out of place here.

YOU — Embrace the cold.

SHIVERS — Further outward, you can sense rooms partitioned for speaker panels and lectures. Rows of empty chairs facing a podium, soon to be the stage for a one act tragedy. The anticipation of throngs of guests has uncoiled into an underwhelming sadness. The heroes and storytellers the people have been promised will not be making an appearance.

SHIVERS — At the hotel desk, a small calamity is brewing into a storm. A debt must be paid, and quickly, before the people taking part in this little experiment are expelled into the rain.

YOU — Where am I?

SHIVERS — Even further out, you see the building you are within. A cement and steel structure surrounded by acres of wet asphalt, just off the I 90. You are in Schaumberg. You are at Dashcon. You have one more hour in the pit.

Reports of my demise have been greatly overexaggerated.

Also I can’t believe I log in here after years and I’ve got dozens of messages about the damn telephone pole.  What a strange small world we have.

In case anyone was wondering how #dnd in #foxmarch was going, the answer is "ominously." #5e #feardeathbywater https://www.instagram.com/p/BqP9Ln0ll8T/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1r9vbodh5qs1g

"It's too late...you have awakened the gazebo." #foxmarch #dnd #5e #whoops https://www.instagram.com/p/Bnb5okch3qG/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1az1juvafz5pj

Third campaign session tonight! And somehow I actually got all of my prep work done on time. Also, yes, our gaming table is Jo's hundred year old steamer trunk, because of course it is. #foxmarch #dnd #5e https://www.instagram.com/p/BnZKy6HBdQp/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=cwahws58ua04

As ever, the most photogenic part of the house. (Sorry for long absences and radio silence. Took a bit of time to mentally get past the layoff, then rolled straight into starting school again. Should be around a bit more frequently though.) https://www.instagram.com/p/BnFG3eDBPcX/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=9rgmvm9nvlxa

Well, it's been three months of nonstop writing, research, and design, but...I think its ready. Time to get on the train. #dnd #5e #foxmarch

Uh. Hey guys I have bad news about what "secret" means

Finally got my hair taken care of. Izzi at @bangbanghairsalon did a great job and had tips on new places to go antique hunting, too

Theres...there's just so much going on here. Why is there a diagonal grid? Why is it broken at one point? Why do I love it?

Cover detail from "Clans of the Scottish Highlands"

I'm sort of surprised no one has turned "OG, SON OF FIRE" into a concept album