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On this Scavenger Sunday we see California condor 619 doing his best at Marble Canyon on a stormy March 2023 evening.
#sunday is for scavengers#scavenger sunday#california condor#condor#vulture#arizona condors#my photos#bird photography#gymnogyps#marble canyon#navajo bridge#vermillion cliffs
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View from a bridge
#Navajo Bridge#fivesigmaphoto#the far field#photography#susan5sigma#on the streets#photographers on tumblr#color photography#desert#echo cliffs#arizona#colorado river#lee’s ferry’s#lees ferry#open spandrel#arch bridge#Navajo steel arch highway bridge#marble canyon
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Marble Canyon, Arizona, USA
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Marble Canyon, Arizona, USA
You may think that this plunging canyon is the Grand Canyon, but today we’re exploring a lesser-known canyon about 115 kilometres away. Named for its resemblance to marble, the natural sandstone and limestone topography of Marble Canyon contains ethereal hues of pink, grey, purple, white and even gold. Located on the Colorado River, Marble Canyon may not be as well known as the Grand Canyon, but it is still a popular destination among adventure seekers and nature lovers.
Bordered on the east by the Navajo Indian Reservation and on the west by Kaibab Plateau, Marble Canyon tells a story of desert-life culture. Among the remnants found here include split-twig animal figurines that date back 4,000 years. It’s also home to an incredible variety of flora and fauna, such as the Townsend’s big eared-bat, the now-endangered Kanab ambersnail and humpback chubs.
In 1995, the twin bridges in today’s image, known collectively as Navajo Bridge, were officially dedicated as the second bridge was installed. The first bridge had long been essential for travel across the 250-metre gap of Marble Canyon. But as the area experienced more traffic, and after much debate about the impact on Native land and endangered plants, plans were developed for the nearly identical second bridge. Now, Marble Canyon has two bridges, each about 150 metres over the Colorado River. The original serves as a path for humans and horses while the new bridge carries vehicles. Both bridges hold the title of ninth-highest in the United States (though the newer one is about a metre higher).
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It’s Fine Press Friday!
Today we’re taking a deep dive into Songs for Gaia, a slim edition of poetry by Gary Snyder (b. 1930). This understated, beautifully-crafted letterpress volume was printed in 1979 for Kah Tai Alliance at Copper Canyon in Port Townsend, WA, a fine press dedicated solely to poetry since its founding in 1972, and was handbound by poet and bookbinder Samuel Green. It features woodblock illustrations by poet and printmaker Michael Corr (b. 1940), who learned his craft while living in Kyoto from block printer and illustrator Takeji Asano (1900-1999). Asano was a notable figure in Japan’s Sōsaku-hanga woodblock printing movement. The book is quarter bound in cloth with a cover marbled in a finely executed combed feather pattern, a touch that lends a hint of psychedelia to its otherwise traditional aesthetics. It was released in a limited edition of 300 copies.
Snyder, who is popularly known for his time amongst and spiritualist influence on the Beat poets and the counterculture of their generation (along with Kerouac’s portrayal of him as Japhy Ryder in the 1958 novel The Dharma Bums) spent 13 years in Japan (1956-1968) studying Zen Buddhism, forestry, and ecology. A scholar of Asian languages versed in cultural anthropology, he also studied calligraphy with accomplished calligrapher and seal carver Charles Leong during his time at Reed College. Snyder’s calligraphic signature graces the half-title page of this edition.
This modest yet potent edition of Songs for Gaia is a fitting form for the work of a poet whom writer Bob Steuding once characterized as cultivating an “accessible” style and “a new kind of poetry that is direct, concrete, non-Romantic and ecological.” As Snyder wrote of his own work in A Controversy of Poets, “I try to hold both history and wilderness in mind, that my poems may approach the true measure of things and stand against the unbalance and ignorance of our times.”
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#Fine Press Friday#fine press fridays#marbling#Gary Snyder#poetry#Copper Canyon Press#Songs for Gaia#Samuel Green#Michael Corr#woodblock illustration#woodblock#letterpress#fine press#feather pattern marbling#UWM Special Collections#handbound book#hand binding#Ana
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Canyons made out of onyx marble
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How to Maintain and Care for Ivory Travertine Pool Coping
Maintaining and caring for your Ivory Travertine pool coping is essential to ensure its longevity and continued beauty. Here are some important tips to help you keep your pool coping in top condition.
Regular Cleaning: Start by sweeping or blowing away dirt, leaves, and debris from the surface. Then, hose down the coping to remove loose dirt.
Mild Cleaning Solutions: To clean stains or dirt buildup, use a mild detergent or stone-specific cleaner. Avoid harsh chemicals, as they can damage the stone.
Soft Bristle Brush: For stubborn stains or algae growth, use a soft bristle brush to gently scrub the surface. Do not use abrasive brushes that can scratch the travertine.
Sealing: Apply a quality sealer designed for natural stone to protect against stains and moisture. Reapply the sealer periodically as recommended by the manufacturer.
Avoid Acidic Cleaners: Never use acidic cleaners like vinegar or lemon juice on travertine, as they can etch the surface.
Preventive Measures: Use pool covers when the pool is not in use to minimize exposure to the elements and debris.
Regular Inspection: Periodically inspect the coping for any cracks, chips, or damage. Promptly repair any issues to prevent further damage.
By following these maintenance steps, you can ensure that your Ivory Travertine pool coping remains not only functional but also an attractive addition to your pool area for years to come.
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Los Angeles Bathroom Powder Room
Photo of a small, modern powder room with green cabinets, a one-piece toilet, green walls, an integrated sink, marble countertops, green countertops, and a built-in vanity. The room also features a light wood floor, beige floor, and ceramic tile.
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#lees ferry#marble canyon#vermillion cliffs#adventure#travel#my photo#southwest#desert#arizona#photography#aesthetic#nature#colorado plateau
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It is Scavenger Sunday, and for this Scavenger Sunday we have a tagless child of a Calfornia condor seen at Marble Canyon 2 days ago.
#California condor#condor#gymnogyps#marble canyon#navajo bridge#sunday is for scavengers#scavenger sunday#vulture#new world vultures#bird photography#my photos
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If you have celiac or otherwise can't eat wheat, btw, and you like bread, I highly recommend investing in a breadmaker. Even the best store-bought gluten-free bread does not hold a candle to the stuff that comes out of our breadmaker, and it's cheaper per slice even when we buy bread mix in single-loaf bags.
This is our breadmaker. Evie got it on sale, but it is an investment. I'm not going to pretend it isn't a chunk of change up front. There are cheaper ones, but the reason I like this one and think it's worth the money:
It has two smaller paddles, where our older bread maker that my mom got us and got destroyed by getting construction dust in it had one big paddle in the middle. This leaves a big hole in the middle of the finished loaf, which makes the bread much less useful for, like, sandwiches.
Zojirushi is not as well-known a brand in the US, but it's a Brand Name in Japan for good reason. Evie's had our Zojirushi rice cooker for over a decade & we had to replace the inner bowl once bc someone used metal utensils in it and scratched the non-stick coating. We expect to use this machine for at least a decade.
You can program your own cycles, which we found really useful. Evie built a custom cycle that removed the punch-down sections (gluten-free bread tends not to rise as much) and that made our perfect loaf.
A lot of bread machines produce very tall, square loaves, which are awkward to slice, store, and make sandwiches with. This produces loaves that make good sandwiches and toast, and the French toast slices don't crowd the pan.
The top heating element on this gives a really amazingly browned top crust that we definitely didn't get on our old machine.
It's so pretty.
So how is it cheaper in the long run if the machine costs $300+? A little like this:
We use Pamela's Bread Mix bc it's really consistent and easy - you need the bread mix, water, yeast, 3 egg whites, and oil. (We use avocado oil and find it best and most consistent, but regular vegetable oil works!) We buy Pamela's in bulk, and without any subscription discounts or whatever, the $48 pack of 3 bags makes about 11.5 loaves. With the cost of yeast and eggs and stuff, it ends up costing about $4.50 a loaf. (If you buy your yeast in larger bags & store it in an airtight container, you can create less waste and it's also cheaper.)
By comparison, a loaf of Franz GF Bread costs $7-8, and Canyon Bakehouse usually runs about the same.
However, that's not an apples to apples comparison because the Franz loaf is an 18 oz. loaf, whereas our breadmaker makes a 2 lb. loaf. Assuming even the lower-end cost for getting a Franz loaf at the store, an equivalent amount of bread would cost $12.42, and it's not nearly as good.
(Yes, gluten-free bread is fucking expensive. That's part of why I'm writing this post in the first place.)
Anyway, assuming you eat 2 lbs. of bread a week in your house - a breadmaker loaf, basically, to make the math simple - you'll end up spending $7.92 less on bread every week. That means that even at the most expensive cost for the Zojirushi, if you buy it at its highest price (don't do that! wait for a sale!) it'll take 50 weeks - about a year - before the breadmaker pays for itself. If you manage to get it on a 25% off sale (which we did), it pays for itself in about 9 months.
Nine months, I must stress, in which you are eating much more delicious bread.
We tend to go through a couple of loaves a week because toast, sandwiches, and melts are great food for people with low spoons.
Evie and I perfected the Pamela's mix recipe for this particular machine - I'll get it typed up when I'm downstairs next, along with the quasi-babka recipe. (Really, it's like a marble cake and babka and bread had a baby, and it's a family favorite.)
Bread good. The end.
#my peasant roots let me show you them#homemaking#queer homemaking#food#food cw#affiliate links#i may make a few pennies from these links#and use them to buy books
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The Little Moments
Summary: You enjoy a good fucking in the tub with your master.
Warnings: Cervix fucking, unprotected sex, cnc.
Kinks: Vampire, oversized cock, excessive cum, cum inflation, breeding, shower/bath, master/pet, dom/sub.
Characters: You and your loving Master.
Words: 2,632
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Soft classical music draws you subconsciously to your master's bedroom, where you pad silently on bare feet across the dark wood floor to the bathroom door. You don't bother knocking before you turn the brass knob and step inside. Within the dimly lit room sits your master in a large, black claw-foot tub, whose golden accents have worn and faded through the many years it's belonged to him. If you didn't know any better, you might think that your master was sleeping. His pale skin seemed almost to glow as the moonlight filtered in through the tall window opposite you to light upon his face. He looked like a statue, chiseled expertly from marble by the deft hands of a master sculptor.
You were suddenly very aware of your own presence in the room and how much of a blemish you seemed to be amidst this picturesque scene. For the briefest moment, you wanted to sneak out of the bathroom without your master knowing you were ever there. But you stayed. He already knew you were there. He always knew when you were there.
"Master?" you called quietly.
He didn't respond, only lifted his hand out of the water and held it out toward you. He liked to wear gloves, your master, and while no one else knew why, you did. His hands bore the sign of his age. They were a roadmap through the many centuries he had been alive. Deep lines crossed his wide palms like canyons, and his fingers were thick and long, tipped with crimson nails. You padded forward and rested your hand in his. His skin was gray, almost translucent here, thin, and pulled too tightly over pronounced tendons and bone, like a corpse. He is a corpse. You knew this, and yet, despite the lack of a heartbeat, the absence of breath in his lungs, and the cool of his skin, he always seemed so very alive to you. Warm, despite no blood to flow through his veins, with bright eyes and a smile that could bring gods to their knees. Alive, dead, undead, it didn't matter. These were just words to you; they held no weight. He was perfect.
His fingers curled around yours, firmly, but not tightly. Pink peonies floated on the surface of the water, and the faint aroma of vanilla, cinnamon, nutmeg, and other warm spices drifted into the air, carried by the steam. He liked to use oils in his baths to keep his skin from becoming leathery, and this one was one of your favorites. The water was so still, it looked like glass, and didn't obscure any of what your master had to offer. Long legs with strong thighs, a thin waist and stomach with just the barest definition of abs partially hidden by dark hair leading down to his crotch, where his cock rested, always semi-firm, between his legs. His chest was covered in the same dark hair as his belly, strong and toned, and he had muscular arms that he, unfortunately, liked to keep hidden beneath dress shirts made of expensive fabrics.
Your gaze wandered toward his, where he peeked at you through one half-open eye, a smirk on his delicate lips. Your face heat up in embarrassment, and you looked away. He only chuckled, a deep reverberation through the room akin to the first rumbles of thunder that precede a storm.
"Are you going to get in, or not?" he asked, and your heart skipped a beat. His voice was music.
He gave your hand a squeeze and you looked back at him. No matter how many times you had slept together, how many times he had touched you, how many times he had looked at you with those pale green eyes, it always felt like the first time, and you felt how David must have felt when he stood before Goliath. You were so small in comparison to this man, this creature, that stood taller than life.
All the same, you nodded, then lifted a foot over the edge of the tub. Your master took very hot baths, but a dip of your toe confirmed that it had cooled enough for you to enjoy the water comfortably.
"Can I sit on your cock?' you asked sheepishly, like a child asking for a second cookie.
"Of course," he smiled, and sharp teeth glinted in the moonlight.
He knew you would ask. You always do.
He scooted back to make room for you and helped you keep your balance as you stepped into the tub. You settled between his legs. The water reached well past your chest, and you could feel the weight of his manhood on your lower back. You knew he would need a moment to get himself ready, so you sat upright, making sure not to obstruct his access to himself. His fingers brushed against you, sending a chill up your spine, as he curled them around his cock. The stillness of the water was broken as he began to stroke himself, creating little waves, one of which carried a fluffy peony right to you. You cupped the flower gently in your hands, and lifted it to your nose, where you breathed deeply, picking its scent out from the rest. You closed your eyes, enjoying the heat of the water and the soft melody drifting through the air.
Your master groaned behind you, and his legs tensed around yours. It never took him long to get ready. You imagined it wouldn't take you long either, if you were always ready to breed someone like he was. Sometimes you wished you had the ability to have sex for hours on end and still be aroused when the session was over. Other times, you saw the look on his face, and knew that he was only barely winning the fight with his instincts. You saw how he would shift throughout the day to try and get comfortable, how he would squeeze his legs together to try and give his greedy cock some friction. In those times, you pitied him. You wished you could give him more of what he needed. You'd told him that you would never say no to him, that he could do whatever he wanted to you, but still he held back. If he didn't, he would break you, and so he was never truly satisfied.
You felt his cock throb against your back, and your own legs clenched in response.
"You can sit in my lap now," he said.
You set the flower back in the water, then used both sides of the tub to lift yourself up just enough for him to position himself beneath you. His hands found your hips and he pulled you backward. Your arms shook as you held your position, waiting for him to line up. His cockhead found its way between your folds and prodded at your entrance. He wiggled, only ever so slightly, but his knee collided with your leg, and you lost your grip on the tub.
You collapsed onto him with your full weight, and his cock slid inside without warning. You cried out and tried to stand, but his arms snaked around your torso like prison bars. He laid back and pulled you with him, holding you firmly against his chest. Your eyes watered and you clenched around him in pain. He rested his chin on your shoulder, and gently rubbed your stomach.
"Hush, love, hush. Stay still. The pain will pass."
You relaxed as best you could and let out a breath you didn't realize you were holding. Almost instantly, the pain began to subside. Your master insisted over and over that whatever magic or powers he had weren't for healing, but you knew that his touch could relieve pain at the very least. You had experienced it more than once.
You whined and turned your head to nuzzle into the crook of his neck. His soft beard, neatly trimmed and shaped, brushed against your forehead.
"There, that's it," he purred.
One of his hands traveled up your body to play with your nipples, pinching and rolling them around between his fingers, while his other hand found its way between your legs and gave your clit the same attention. Just when you began to think that you were getting used to the size of him, you were reminded just how big he really was. His cock alone made you feel full. He stretched you well, and even while his cockhead was pressed hard against your cervix, he wasn't completely inside of you. You could feel the thick vein beneath his girth massaging your g-spot as he adjusted to get comfortable.
You hummed and closed your eyes, allowing yourself to sink into him, to give yourself to him fully. You were limp in his arms, a toy to be played with, nothing more, and he took full advantage of that. His nails were more akin to claws, but he kept them filed down for you, and you were silently grateful for it as he worked your clit. He moved his fingers just right, and the pleasure that traveled up your spine was like lightning, causing your back to arch involuntarily..
You whined as he pulled you back down with a strong arm and a chuckle.
"Already so sensitive to my touch, and I've only just begun."
You knew he was grinning without needing to see it. He liked to tease you, and he was very good at it, and you had come to know exactly how he responded to certain things. In this case, a grin was predictable. You only wished you could see it, see those fangs that he cared so diligently for.
You buried your face further into the crook of his neck, breathing him in as he rubbed your stomach, massaged your clit, and began moving gently in and out of you. Pain came first, as it always did, but quickly gave way to pleasure as his cockhead kissed your cervix with each thrust, and the girth of his cock filled you deliciously. He pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head and nuzzled against you with a content hum. When you finally managed to contain your squirming to the occasional buck of hips and tensing of abs, he released his hold around you and brought his hand up to card his fingers through your hair. He took a fistful and pulled gently, and you moaned in reply.
He found a comfortable pace for you and settled into it, moving quickly, but gently, providing just the right amount of friction inside of you. Paired with the slow, almost lazy attention to your clit, it took no time at all for the embers of arousal to ignite in your core, burning low, but hot.
You closed your eyes and released a small whine, to which he responded with a groan of pleasure.
“You always feel so good… You hold me just right, pet.”
“Master…” you breathed as your walls clenched around him tightly. “I’m close… Please fill me. Please, Master.”
He pressed his lips to your temple and you felt him smirk as he placed a gentle kiss there. Wordlessly, he picked up the pace, and water splashed over the edge of the tub. Strong waves carried the peonies over as well, until it was just you and your master in the tub, with him thrusting into you hard. Your breathing picked up as the coil in your stomach tightened and tightened ready to spring. Your master groaned again, and his cock was hot inside of you. With each growl he let past his teeth, your climax came closer and closer, with each moan and whine, the spring tightened, until he was panting in your ear as he fucked you and you were milking his cock with your walls.
“Oh god… Master… I’m gonna cum. Please can I cum?”
“Fuck, yes…” he breathed. “Cum for me sweetheart. Milk me.”
His breath was hot on the shell of your ear, and you cried out as your climax tore through your body. You tried to arch your back, but his arms were wound tightly around you, holding you fast.
“Fuck… fuck,” you swore as you felt him still, pushing hard against your cervix.
Pleasure clouded your vision as he thrust farther inside, forcing his cockhead to open your cervix and push into your womb. The edges of your vision darkened as his cock throbbed, unloading thick ribbons of hot cum directly into your thirsty uterus. He growled loudly as his climax overtook him, and he held you so tightly you almost couldn’t breathe. Still you came, waves of pleasure washing over you in time with the throbbing of his thick cock.
You could feel it moving inside of you, pulsing, and the warmth of his cum seemed almost hotter than the water around you. You squeezed your eyes shut to stop the room from spinning and rested a hand over your stomach. It began to grow beneath your palm as your womb filled with his seed, stretching to accommodate as he filled you with more and more, until you were bulging and braindead. All you could think was “Yes, Daddy, yes!” as your stomach swelled like a balloon, spurring your orgasm on.
After what seemed like ages, your master let out a whine and sucked in a deep breath. He relaxed back and you fell, limp, on top of him. Your hand slid from your stomach, which was so large, the top of it sat well above water-level. One of his strong hands replaced your own, and he rubbed soft, comforting circles over your swollen belly, soothing the taut skin there and bringing you down from your orgasm.
You couldn’t move, and as you gasped for air, you became very aware of his cock still nestled firmly inside of your cervix.
“M-master…” you whined.
“Hush, darling.”
A moan escaped your lips when he shifted to get more comfortable, and he chuckled.
“I know, darling. Doesn’t it feel nice?”
You nodded. “Mmm… feels nice…”
“Good, we’re going to stay here for a while, okay?”
You nodded again and he kissed your temple once more.
“My good pet. My sweet little cum-hungry toy,” he purred. “You and I are firmly knotted together, aren’t we?” he mused. “Well, that’s no trouble to me. It looks like we’re just going to have to stay here until I soften enough to pull out of you.”
You whined.
“B-but..”
“But I’m never soft?” he smirked. “Yes, I suppose that could be a problem… for you.”
He settled in, holding you and stroking your big belly with a smile on his red lips as you clenched around him. Each movement he made was a mix of agony and ecstasy, and you couldn’t stop your walls from reacting in kind. It wasn’t long until he was hard again, filling you full with his cock, stretching you wonderfully. He was inside of you fully, every last inch of him, and he used this rare opportunity to his advantage, rutting into you gently.
While your eyes drooped and sleep tugged at the back of your mind, he used your body to pleasure himself. You didn’t complain. He felt amazing, and the spring in your core was tightening again. You would do anything for your master, including remaining thoroughly stuck on him so that he could use and fill you as he pleased. You sighed and relaxed back. There was no fight in you, not that you wanted to fight it anyway. You smiled as he moved inside of you. It was your purpose in life to please him. You were, after all, his good pet.
His sweet little cum-hungry toy.
#my writing#vampire kink#oversized cock#excessive seed kink#impreg kink#consensual noncon#terato#monster kink#monsterfucker#knotting kink#dom/sub#master/pet#wealth kink
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Marble Canyon, Arizona
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