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Are We Blue   Leave a comment

Am I blue?
Am I blue?
Ain’t these tears in my eyes
Tellin’ you?

— “Am I Blue,” by Harry Akst and Grant Clark

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In the Hamptons   Leave a comment

From you have I been absent in the spring,
When proud-pied April, dressed in all his trim,
Hath put a spirit of youth in everything,
That heavy Saturn laughed and leaped with him,

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Layover   Leave a comment

Harper hasn’t written much about Zana Sherman as a grown adult yet in her Ariel Sherman stories; she’s mainly looking at Zana’s early years when she puts the girl in one of her Ariel stories.  But she does have one story, where she has Zana in her twenties appearing between the main sections of her as a child, getting ready to watch a documentary of her life as the first naturally-born cyborg.   (It’s a long story; she’s outlined it for me, so ask Harper for the details.)  When she wants a photo of Zana as an adult, Harper comes to me.

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Yin and Yang   4 comments

Sadly, the story I was going to write just isn’t working out yet, so I’ll go ahead and publish just the photos.  It’s always been my goal on this blog to publish as good a quality as I can; I don’t always see it the same way after time and exposure, but I try to achieve it. (One reason why we don’t publish that often. Sucks for our visit numbers, but it makes me feel better in terms of what I put up for those who do stop in.) I may revisit this one day, when the muse strikes me properly.

More photos on the next page.

A Beautiful Morning

It’s a beautiful mornin’
I think I’ll go outside a while,
An’ just smile.
Just take in some clean fresh air, boy
Ain’t no sense in stayin’ inside
If the weather’s fine and you got the time.
It’s your chance to wake up and plan another brand new day ….

— “A Beautiful Morning,” by Edward Brigati and Felix Cavaliere

We’ve actually managed to get a lot done this week, and so I rewarded myself with a side trip.  I did a little shopping at the Liaison Collaborative, then went up the stairs to the other, “non-affiliated” areas (shall we call them), and found some nice spots to shoot in while I’m wearing this dress.  I really love Baiastice; in fact, I went to the main store (“Horrors!  You shopped at the main store???“) the other day, and spotted a bunch of things that I’ll snaffle up when I get a chance.  Even lots of the “classic” Standard Sizing items will still work on a mesh body.

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Late For the Train

… Have to catch an early train
Got to be to work by nine
And if I had an air-o-plane
I still couldn’t make it on time
‘Cause it takes me so long
Just to figure out what I’m gonna wear
Blame it on the train
But the boss is already there ….

— “Manic Monday,” lyrics by Prince Rogers Nelson

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Tholosa, the Witch-queen

October’s here!  Time to start getting in gear for Halloween, and I’ve got just the thing here.  I was going to just publish these on Flickr, but at least a few of them are pretty decent; so I’ll do the same thing here as I did on there, publish them with text beneath to explain each scene in my story.  It’s definitely a first for me, I’m not sure what Harper would have to say about this one.  But if she can publish her stuff on here, so can I, and she’s been encouraging me to. You get to judge how I do.

Fair warning disclosure — there’s a lot of large pictures here.  Have patience if it takes a little for them to load, please.

You can see the entire original collection in full size in the album on Flickr (aside from several I’m adding in here to help bulk out the collection, or that I reshot with Conan to improve things).

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Tholosa the Exalted, the Witch-queen of the Empire of Oshor Chih — known not as The Exalted by her enemies, but as Tholosa of the Grave — takes her ease in her palace’s apartments, beneath a statue of one of the strange gods she worships.  Even in the gloom of her rooms, this strange woman, who has conquered and absorbed into her empire kingdom after kingdom, glows with a shell of power.  This encourages her unlettered slaves to believe in her as a goddess, and puts to use the undesirable effect of all the sorcerous protections she has cast about her in self-defense.

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