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I have no idea why, but this is my favorite photo I’ve taken in awhile, as far as general “feel” of the shot goes.
XOXO

I have no idea why, but this is my favorite photo I’ve taken in awhile, as far as general “feel” of the shot goes.

XOXO

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March 19, 2011


Tonight’s the closest the moon has been to the Earth in the past 18 years, meaning it will also be the biggest full moon we’ve seen in the past 18 years.
…I want nothing more than to drive out toward the lake in Vergennes, pop a bottle of wine, and stare at it. Maybe howl a little. Only issue— driver.
XOXO

Tonight’s the closest the moon has been to the Earth in the past 18 years, meaning it will also be the biggest full moon we’ve seen in the past 18 years.

…I want nothing more than to drive out toward the lake in Vergennes, pop a bottle of wine, and stare at it. Maybe howl a little. Only issue— driver.

XOXO

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April 22, 2011


Miranda: I might have a ghost.
Carrie: I might have to hear that again.
Miranda: There were strange noises upstairs last night. The cat heard it too.
Carrie: Well, if the CAT heard it …

SATC. Story of my life.

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June 11, 2011


Pirates Of The Caribbean, Bite Me.

I was just sitting in the bathroom, reading an old issue of GQ (because I’m just so glamorous like that), when I came across this tidbit of information that was waaaay too brief for my liking: Apparently, in January of 1890, the ship Marlborough disappeared without a trace during a routine shipping charter from New Zealand to London. According to an account years later, it was spotted off the coast of Chile, the skeletons of its crew still visible on board. 

…I pause here for shivers of delight and suspense.

Because this was all contained in about a single sentence of the article I was reading (way to go, GQ), I dug for more, and am happy as a clam to present you with this jewel of a newspaper article from the time of the account. Read it, and think Jerry Bruckheimer has Jack-Sparrow-SHIT on eerie ship stories:

"The story told by the captain is intensely dramatic. He says: ‘We were off the rocky coves near Punta Arenas, keeping near the land for shelter. The coves are deep and silent, the sailing is difficult and dangerous. It was a weirdly wild evening, with the red orb of the sun setting on the horizon. The stillness was uncanny. There was a shining green light reflected on the jagged rocks on our right. We rounded a point into a deep cleft rock. Before us, a mile or more across the water, stood a vessel, with the barest shreds of canvas fluttering in the breeze. We signalled and hove to. No answer came. We searched the "stranger" with our glasses. Not a soul could we see; not a movement of any sort. Masts and yards were picked out in green - the green of decay. The vessel lay as if in a cradle. It recalled the "Frozen Pirate" a novel that I read years ago. I conjured up the vessel of the novel, with her rakish masts and the outline of her six small cannon traced with snow. At last we came up. There was no sign of life on board. After an interval our first mate, with a number of the crew, boarded her. The sight that met their gaze was thrilling. Below the wheel lay the skeleton of a man. Treading warily on the rotten decks, which cracked and broke in places as they walked, they encountered three skeletons in the hatchway. In the mess-room were the remains of ten bodies, and six others were found, one alone, possibly the captain, on the bridge. There was an uncanny stillness around, and a dank smell of mould, which made the flesh creep. A few remnants of books were discovered in the captain’s cabin, and a rusty cutlass. Nothing more weird in the history of the sea can ever have been seen. The first mate examined the still faint letters on the bow and after much trouble read ‘Marlborough, Glasgow.’"

YES.

XOXO

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June 13, 2011


Had a dream that the ex was a vampire, and one of the girls he slept with while I was in Italy was his willing victim. We were also, might I add, at a barn dance. (My mind is a terrifying place.) I spent the majority of the dream trying to keep him away from sucking the rest of my life-force from my neck while as his dance partner or from engaging in any promiscuous hair-flipping or wearing a pony-tail.

It does not take Freud to dissect the meaning/implications behind that dream.

Whamp whaaaaaamp.

XOXO

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June 15, 2011


Pretty much sums up the night. Bomb-ass full moon on the Point.
XOXO

Pretty much sums up the night. Bomb-ass full moon on the Point.

XOXO

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June 19, 2011


July 4, 2011


Spent the afternoon in one of my favorite places— a graveyard. High point of the day was going for a shot behind a broken tree and an adjacent grave a fox had dug it’s hole behind…then falling on the pile of dug up dirt, and landing next to someone’s ulna bone.

Yup. Good thing I don’t scare easily.

XOXO

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