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angela_n_hunt ([personal profile] angela_n_hunt) wrote2016-11-20 11:03 am

Tarot Apocalyptica - Magician

Magician - Tarot Apocalyptica sides - 11-2016

Okay. Yeah. I can kinda take a pretty damn good photo.

Another accident, sorta. I was trying to get detail of the hair and crown and the Mouse just stayed in character.

I had a shred of light left from Golden Hour when I shot this and it shows.  I have cropped and done some burning, along with the usual color correcting that I like, but other than that, that's it.

This one is going in a frame and going over my desk. I think it's the best photo I've taken of her in years. The Husband's comment was, "Ooo, yeah. That's Arya Stark."

Fuck yeah.

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Continuing catch up...

Along with the relapse of really bad depression, I also caught both a horrid cold AND an ear infection. No, I don't know how I managed it either, other than the fact that depression literally depresses your immune system. I'd just never experienced it before. Holy fuck, that SUCKED. And dude, I haven't had an ear infection since I was a child. I will not regale you with TMI of what I had to do to get over it and clear that eustachion tube, but fuck sticks, that was awful.

The rest of the time, I just felt in limbo.

Never mind that September the 27th rolled around, the day that my Uncle-in-Law, Albert "Bud" Wheelon died, two years ago and some change. It hurt this year more than last. I'm hoping that someday others will illuminate his legacy as things de-classify. Maybe it will be me. I don't know. I just know that he shouldn't be forgotten by history or America. I don't want to see him suffer a Hamilton, and get forgotten for two hundred years. It's not every day that you find out that you are related by marriage to the first Mayor of Area 51.

Then October hit. My birthday month. And then the long slide into the holidays. This year flew by. They keep doing that. But whatever. I keep working. I keep writing. I keep making cards.

During all of that, my self-talk was pretty poisonous.  Sub thoughts rolling around in my head about how I was nothing and haven’t amounted to anything in my life. How everyone I know is more successful than me and doing more than me.

Which is bullshit.

And then I started to improve healthwise. I had moments of feeling moderately happy and content, even if the poison thoughts ran in the background. I got my skull rivets back, (someone had walked off with them) so I went back to work pounding rivets on the Magician's belt and corset.

I was working.

But I was fighting myself every Gods-be-damned inch of the way.

[identity profile] 2016-11-20 08:29 pm (UTC)(link)
Great photo!! Your Mouse is as gorgeous as mine! :-)

Sorry to hear of your struggles. Never forget that you are awesome!!!! *hugs*

[identity profile] 2016-11-20 08:41 pm (UTC)(link)
:D *beam* Thank you!

I'll try not to forget. Some days are just easier than others. *hug*
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[personal profile] elbales 2016-11-21 05:08 am (UTC)(link)
1. That picture is amazing and so are you.

2. Poison thoughts SUCK. My brainweasels have gotten really fucking loud over the last year or two, and it's doing terrible things to my home life.

3. Big huge hugs and wishes for improved health.

[identity profile] 2016-11-21 05:38 am (UTC)(link)
Thank you.

Poison thoughts are the worst, aren't they?


[identity profile] 2016-11-21 06:32 pm (UTC)(link)
I call my poisonous depressive thoughts brainworms because the little fuckers just burrow in there and won't let go. And they lay eggs that hatch at the most random times.

That photo--OMG.

She's Arya Stark for sure. And I see *so* much of you in the line of her jaw and the set of her eyes.

[identity profile] 2016-11-21 11:49 pm (UTC)(link)
Yeah, intrusive thoughts are just the worst.

Thank you!!! :D *beam*