Hausu - Nobuhiko Obayashi (1977)
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Hausu - Nobuhiko Obayashi (1977)
@bluesmokeblackwater
Old book covers.
The Christmas season…
Did you mean filling stockings for my ꮯꭺꭲꮪ & 𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 the world?
⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ “YOU CALL ON ME TO SOLVE A CROOKED RHYME.”
⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ The One, The Only Special Ghoul
⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ Summoned by Zero⠀ ⠀⠀
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Stephanskirche
Stephanskirche in Vienna is beautiful, and (somehow) much darker than the Gothic cathedrals of France and England. This made photographing it a challenge; tripods weren’t allowed so I couldn’t do a longer exposure. I settled for a underexposure.
Here’s where editing can really make a photo. I decided that I’d push the moodiness really far, and really replicate the feeling I felt when standing here, which was this beautiful dark texture. It’s also really haunting (beneath the floors of the church are the catacombs where they put plague victims, who are still there), and I wanted to keep that darkness.
Photo by Kaitlin
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𝙂𝙤𝙙𝙙𝙖𝙢𝙣. My life ignored the signals.
I’m 🇭🇮🇬🇭 & 🇩🇷🇺🇳🇰 on ego, Can’t see straight.
So I just feel my way around &
I’m touching & I’m 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘪𝘯𝘨 Everything I can’t be havin’.
I am 𝙗𝙧𝙤𝙠𝙚𝙣 𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙣 in shame.
Victorian accessories.
Rhiannon’s about has been updated.
Somewhere deep inside of these 𝖇𝖔𝖓𝖊𝖘, An emptiness began to grow.
There’s something out there, 𝑓𝑎𝑟 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑚𝑦 𝘩𝑜𝑚𝑒… A longing that I’ve ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴋɴᴏᴡɴ.
Richard Siken, planet of love
These are the depictions of the most intense meteor storm in recorded history – the Leonid meteor storm of 1833. The Leonid meteor shower is annually active in the month of November, and it occurs when the Earth passes through the debris left by the comet Tempel-Tuttle. While the typical rates are about 10 to 15 meteors per hour, the storm of 1833 is speculated to have been over 100,000 meteors per hour, frightening people half to death. Here’s how Agnes Clerke, an astronomer witnessing the event, described it: “On the night of November 12-13, 1833, a tempest of falling stars broke over the Earth… The sky was scored in every direction with shining tracks and illuminated with majestic fireballs. At Boston, the frequency of meteors was estimated to be about half that of flakes of snow in an average snowstorm.” (x)
“Strange goddess, witch, and daughter of night,”
— Charles Baudelaire, tr. by Roy Campbell, from “Sed non Satiata,”
would rather be here