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Farm in Burlington, c. 2009
Cows at Straits View Farm, c. 2010
Fufjilm Film Neopan 400
Barn Outside Mount Vernon; Along the Spur #1; Along the Spur #2, c. 2009
Mason. Knight Templar. Methodist. Republican. Sigma Alpha Epsilon.
I wonder, when one is on the way to filthy-richness, at what point does overexcited ego masked by feigned humility burst its way through one’s psyche and yell “TA-DA!”? And must one be born with the really tacky taste that spreads like icing over that ego-cake, or can one aspire to that as well?
In a secreted woodsy area (although still near to where our little wealthy clans settled and still do), local industrialist John McMillin built this superbly out-of-context, yet somehow still dinky, cement ode to himself and his sperm:
Not a foundation for the arts, not a school of science, not an endowment for the humanities.
The Afterglow Vista Mausoleum: a circle of “Romanesque” columns surrounding a cement table and headstones shaped like chairs. Symbolism abounds: winding stairs represent the winding path of life (deep!); an intentionally broken column illustrates the “unfinished state of man’s work when the string of life is broken” (meaningful!) Joseph Campbell and the Buddha all rolled into one! But really, it’s just kind of plonked there, has nothing to do with anything else around here, and is dwarfed by the surrounding trees. It is a ridiculous thing.
And just by the by, being surrounded by trees, it certainly has no vista of any afterglow.
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Templar Throne 1; Mausoleum 4, 3, 1, 2, 5; Templar Throne 2, c. 2010
Lomographic Color 100
*Do I reblog myself? I contain multitudes (or, Department of Redundancy Department Redux):
This is me plagiarizing my old blog from a couple of years ago — I mean, Yes! You are experiencing deja vu! Hey, it’s Sunday, man.
You may remember this one from your own adolescent schoolyard days — a bit of visual potty humor. (Hint: look at their hands. Also notice that everyone who’s male seems to be enjoying the scene.)
Idea, notion, thought, image: This week’s prompt at Jakesprinter Sunday Post is Concept.
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Lisa Doesn’t Get the Joke, 2010
Ilford Delta 3200
For the most part ferry travel is like any other mass transit experience: dulled-down citizens gazing at nothing, eating, reading, talking too loud, snoozing.
The difference, for me, is that it’s very peaceful to be on the water, which alleviates the nuisance.
The other difference is that you can actually get a whole bench to yourself on a ferry.
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Ride the Ferries: Napping Girl, c. 2010
Ride the Ferries: Asleep at the Magazine and Red Bag, c. 2009
Kodak Max 800
The same place I mentioned the other day. Here, the original and restored Officers Quarters and Parade Grounds…
…and Laundress House, with the Strait of Juan de Fuca in the background, stretching to the Olympic Mountains beyond.
Since I took these, the National Park Service launched two more restoration projects: a second Officers Quarters was returned to the site in late 2010 and is slowly being brought to its original condition, and a (very) long-term prairie restoration was begun this year.
The 600-acre prairie at American Camp is one of the last remaining natural prairies in the Puget Sound region; today only 80 acres remain unaltered by invasive species.
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American Camp Officers Quarters & Parade Grounds, c. 2010
American Camp Laundress House 3, 4, 1
Lomography Color 400
All images c. 2012
I added today’s Lazy Sunday to WordPress’s weekly challenge because John Todaro has posted a beautiful series of abandoned trucks on his blog, and so, like a show-offy little kid, I’ve been itching for a reason to post some of mine.
These are from 2009, taken while dinking around some old farmsteads in the Skagit Valley of Washington State.
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Old Truck in Burlington 1, 2, 3, c. 2009