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One Nice Bug Per Day

if i look back, i am lost
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

祝日 / Permanent Vacation

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trying on a metaphor
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YOU ARE THE REASON

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oozey mess
almost home

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@the-enucleator
Cowboy
(Joseph Scherschel. n.d.)
I love these old photos by Marguerite Baker Johnson.
A really nice winter sunset over the south rim of the Grand Canyon. I camped overnight and was not prepared for temperatures in the single digits (F) after coming from Death Valley…it was a long night. Grand Canyon, AZ - [OC][1335x2000] @mattymeis - mattymeis
my dog is a cowboy , baby
Choppers forever
look at this dude
PHOTOGRAPHER DOUGLAS KENT HALL
Unlike the majority of the photographic explorers, who are constantly clicking away at the American West, Douglas Kent Hall’s camera is firmly rooted in the region’s very center. He was born on the dinosaur laden stratigraphics of eastern Utah bordering the Ute Reservation. He grew up with cowboys and Indians, even though his education, continuing into graduate school at the Iowa Writers Workshop, persistently polished him, the cowboy remained. It is understandable, then, that the most stereotyped of the West’s inhabitants the cowboys, the Indians, the Spanish should emerge in Hall’s photographs as so newly seen. The cowboy appears with a gentleness, the Matachines with a ferocious splendor, the Indians with a specificity that engages us anew. Hall’s Western icons: the indelible view of the cowboy boots at Mesquite, Texas; the aged Pueblo priest at Picuris; the masked Matachine with death head palma stay in our memories with the persistence of the geological formations of his birthplace.
Missing this view and Utah today.
Come, and lay down your shoulders. Tomorrow isnt that far. ☀️
Listen I know I said I wouldnt be doing realism again for a while but like... I've fallen into the Orville Peck hole and I cant get out. I just had to paint the most handsome cowboy in the west....