The Enchanter's Theorem

And She is endlessly patient…

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Life is.

It has been an interesting two and half months since leaving the dayjob. I still haven’t found my rhythm yet. The dayjob was a forced rhythm and now I’m forced to make my own and I keep stumbling and falling on my face. Learning curve. I’ll get through it, but right now, it’s like learning a new piece of music. It sounds like crap. Metaphorically.

I’ve spent a great deal of that time in de-cluttering and restructuring the house itself. Now that I’m here all the time, the need to make things work for my real work is an imperative. By default, that means making the house work better for everyone else too. It’s been pretty sub-optimal for a while.

I’ve not done any new writing for the most part, though I did get a few hundred words written on a short story that had stalled out a while ago. I’ve been editing Unformed, but it’s slow going, as see above statement about finding my rhythm. I’ve not found my writing/editing groove yet and it shows. Painfully.

Ditto photography and filmmaking. Lots of false starts. Lots of stops.

In the meantime, it has gotten bitter and cold again outside, which is just fine with me, though I would like a fireplace. It’s the sort of day that really should be better spent in front of a fire with a book and a cup of tea.

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We’re heading into spring here and this is really an Autumn Goddess, especially with that light, but before we say goodbye to Winter, it’s good to take one last look at the fallow time and remember.

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I got horrible news yesterday. A co-worker and friend of mine at the ex-dayjob suddenly died. Details are not mine to share.

He’s just gone.

He was one of the reasons why I was able to get through the days while I was there. Endlessly helpful and cheerful. A good soul with a ready smile for anyone.

…

Seriously, people. You never know when your number is up. Make sure your affairs are in order. Make sure your paperwork is where folks can find it. And don’t wait till tomorrow to pick up the phone and talk to that person you’ve been meaning to call.

Tomorrow may not fucking come.

I ran today for my friend. Come the marathon, I’ll carry his memory with me. Both days, the thing I will be chanting to get me through will be, “I run for those who cannot. I run for those who would give anything to be able to run again.”

Yeah.

And to all of you, yes, you. I love you. Take care of you and yours.

*kisses you on the cheek*

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I don’t really know what to say about this particular image other than I am ridiculously pleased with how it came out. Yes, it is a ton of post-process work. I like to think of it as a very old photograph, capturing a very rare look of the Roman goddess of the hunt.

You can believe that She will strike you down or turn you into a white hart…

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What? Ancient Celtic huntress goddesses don’t hang out in your alley?

Are you sure?

You might want to go and take a second look…

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Because one of my responses to tragedy in the world…

Is to make art.

Artemis isn’t just known as the goddess of the hunt. She is also the goddess of childbirth and the protector of virgins and children, especially girls. We need her again. *I* need her again. So, to that end, prepping for the next phase of this project.

I am looking for the following props for free/cheap/loan/borrow:

Lion mane (yes, you read that right, a lion mane)

Crook & ankh

Beige lace fabric

Gold fabric

And that’s all that I’m left looking for.

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Well, NSFW if you’re a prude. There, I said it. But since I’ve gotten in trouble before for pix no worse than this, I have to slap the NSFW on it.

Frikken’ silly, if you ask me.

But whatever.

Ta da! Naked goddess with deer horns! I promised and here I deliver and can I just say again and for the record that the Amazing A is amazing and so good for a game of larks and not even blinking twice about the crazy ass things I ask her? I freaking love her. And the rest of these are so wonderful I can hardly choose. Really.

More and more, I love this shoot to death. Can’t wait to do the next one with the Mad Model.

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