SHAWARMA LAW HAS BEEN AMENDED

I tried for about twenty minutes to come up with an image that would be completely and perfectly symmetrical. However, the frustrating thing is that the building is symmetrical in suggestion only. Everything about it is off by a couple centimeters, no matter how carefully I set the tripod and how perfectly I lined it up.

At some point, between the construction of the building and the shutter snapping, a mistake was made, at least one.

And I will just have to live with imperfections, and that’s okay.

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I’ve spent twenty-eight years in disguise as a man. I mostly just wanna be me now, and not do much besides.

Also when I was a kid and wasn’t in America, Halloween wasn’t really a thing, so once my formative years ended, Halloween didn’t really stick as a concept, though some high school friends tried to get me to like it.

Candy corn is lovely though.

It was my first time out of the house since Sunday, when I went to the hospital to get looked at, and aside from that hospital visit, I hadn’t left the house since Friday night. I’m not contagious anymore, the flu isn’t in me anymore, but my lungs are absolutely shredded. Speaking for ten seconds winds me, and walking even short distances does the same.

My lungs will heal, they’ve done so in the past and they’ll do so in the future. I got a call from a friend who works in a board game shop down the road, called and told me to come get my imports, and I figured I would say hi and spend some time struggling to breathe there in the store.

As I had left, I was taken aback by this dark indigo swipe of paint across a just slightly brighter sky. Sometimes I regret not bringing my formal photography kit out to buy stuff at board game stores when I’m gasping for air, and those regrets were founded here.

It was gorgeous and lovely, and the urban cancer called Tualatin-Valley Highway was taking up the bottom forty percent of what I wanted to shoot. I had to get creative a bit. With a bit of experimentation, I turned the exposure way down, and shot it at a simulated 48mm. Even with the foreground and the disparate noise, all the colors in the frame harmonize around a theme. I touched it up a bit more at home, dimmed the street lights a bit more, made something that accurately reflected what I saw, capturing the beauty of that moment.

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I’m not in Florence. I’m just posting backlog. Trying to post at least a few good pictures a week.

Except for urgent care, I haven’t been out for anything at all; Influenza type A is no joke. Get vaccinated. I’m gonna lay here next to my dining table and almost die.

I remember I had, with the help of my cane, skated down a sand dune in Florence. I thought that game, Nier Automata, was just bullshitting, letting its characters glide gracefully down dunes, but no, that’s actually how it works, and it was super fun too! I didn’t have the strength to climb the dune for a second go though.

I’ll get better, I’ve got enough drugs to see this through. The cool thing about my dining table is that since it’s one of those traditional Japanese ones, I can stack up a couple zabutons and rest my head on them, set my glasses and phone on the table, and pass out. Even when I’m healthy, I fall asleep at my dining table all the time.

Thanks for seeing my work, I’ll heal up.

Somehow, I ended up in the back seat of my own little silver hatchback. The “somehow” happened because it was golden hour so I asked a friend to drive as we hit the ring road. She may have been in the wrong lane and half my image was highway, and in the moment I didn’t voice it, but after some editing, I kinda like how the highway structured the whole thing.

Eventually, after I’m long dead and someone rediscovers my work, they’ll be all like “goddamn, this chick was obsessed with the skyline of pre-drown Portland, wasn’t she?” And they’d be right.

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If you’re in the Portland metro area, swing by Reggie’s Manga Shop on 7015 N Greeley Avenue, to come see my work!

And if you do, thank you for taking the time and effort to come out and see good photography and to patronize a small business!

Even the fries taste different out here. The smell of the air is perfect and lovely, and the waves encroaching my feet and cane splash just right.

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I stood there at the end of Gasworks Park overlooking Lake Union, and with some careful manipulations of a tripod and some stitching, I crafted this.

I shot it on 7/26, but forgot I had the pictures, and stitched them today.

Thanks for seeing my work! I hope Lemmy doesn’t eat this.