Family Plot

At sunrise, middle of nowhere, July.

almost too religious

Beginning to think I go to too many cemeteries...however if I get the chance before I leave L.A., I'm totally going to the Hollywood Forever Cemetery...I heard the Mausoleum is fucking sick. Though looking through the list, I'm sorta disappointed by how few famous people are actually interred there. Most of them have cenotaphs if anything. Oh...well...Rudolph Valentino. His bones are there at least...
Huh. Now that I've said that I totally WON'T GET THE CHANCE, oh well. Murphy's Law.

I

posted a lot today. Wonder what got into me?

Delirium. Lack of sleep. Surely.

'Night.

Two views of sky, one March & one July.

Incidentally, it doesn't hurt to click on these for more detail.

Before & After: That same bird at the cemetery again.

I like the way the bird just seems to fall when it takes off.

Before & After: Watch your head.

Ilan's head is exploding...

So he should be careful lest this happens:

Lol, I didn't mean to post more nonsense today. Oh well.
Seems funny 'cause I'm half a bottle of Tempranillo down on an empty stomach.
*high fives self, falls over on floor, laughs madly*

(reminds me of) The Seventh Seal

Again, from my birthday field trip.

Mission District

Never you mind the rats, it's people that are spreading disease.

Ah, yes, where were we with these?
I thought I felt like explaining & finishing, but alas, later still...

My little sis can totally rock Lolita

The anticipation is making me kinda sick.

In one week and one day I'll be driving to L.A., with the knowledge of what was played at Palladium and Henry Fonda.

I followed the NYC shows live & will likely do the same for Chicago is this week...*heart palpitations*

I believe L.A. will be the sickest of all three cities if for no other reason than it will be the Last of the Last. *squish, squish*

I'm planning on bringing my camera but debating on whether or not that's really a good idea- I don't want it to get hurt or stolen, after all. She's my baby. Having said that, I want to be in the pit so badly that I'm trying to work out how to sleep on the sidewalk with like-minded friendly folk just to have a chance to be one of the first ones in.

Torn: pit or photo ops?

I think: if something happens like last night- Peter Murphy hanging upside down by his feet like a bat (!!?!!) - I would never forgive myself for not having a camera on me.

Like everything else, I guess I'll feel it out when I get there. My gut usually doesn't let me down.

3 & 4 of 1,000,000 of Trent Reznor

Been trying to re-find these pictures for three months now.

God = Myth

The kids were busy last night. How busy? This busy:

bird at the cemetery

Another one from my birthday trip to the National Cemetery in S.F.

more barbed wire

some place both loved & hated once...

Still too lazy for an explanation...soon...just a few more to go.

Shipwreck

Winter, early 2007.

Bleeding Irises

Feeling Negative

Still on recess from the abandoned Blair Witch style place photos I was posting earlier...

oh, and, obviously still chickenshit...but negative is fun...

I promised something monumental for when I hit #7500 on Twitter & can't risk not having *something* for that milestone...

Erase Me

Momentary recess...just came across this one from several months ago.

dumping ground

Still continuing, still too lazy to explain yet.

Stuffed Animal Sacrifice!

Not a great photo in the least...and for that reason I considered not even bothering...but somehow sad to me, so:

Still too tired to explain...and yes, goes with the pictures below...

Animal Sacrifice!

Sacrifice? I'll explain later.

These actually go with the window photo below...and the red moon for that matter...

(Nope. I still don't feel like explaining yet.)

Pheasant:


Fish:

Untitled Window Sill

There's a little bit of a story attached to this one but I'm too tired to either explain or post the other photos that go with it tonight.

In the meantime, I just like this photo, so here it is.

Red Moon Rising

Last night.

High Contrast

I'm trying to write a caption for this & failing...

Contrast abuse, because, ultimately, I'm still chickenshit. :)

Edith, Zealous & Wife

Poor Edith, she was in the Catholic cemetery.

Unlike the "public" cemetery, the Catholic cemetery had gates that locked the Protestants & heathens out. When I was in 6th grade, idiots with nothing better to do and no respect for the dead whatsoever, probably pissed that the place was locked up, went on a late night drunken spree, knocking over 100 year old tombstones and senselessly vandalizing the cemetery. It looks like Edith was in their path. I was quite surprised to learn this past weekend that there are no longer gates on the Catholic cemetery. I don't know when they did that, but it was probably a good idea.


The public cemetery- was right across the street and was never vandalized when I was growing up. I've been going there since I was 10 or 11 because of a Girl Scout troop leader's bright idea to teach us to rub headstones with newsprint and crayons. Took friends there when I learned to drive at 16 because I could drive right in and park, and voila, "we're cool teenagers hanging out in the cemetery..." Someone might even have smoked a cigarette...

Not a particularly interesting cemetery but has some Chinese graves, some cool antique tombstones, and good ol' Zealous Bates (from Boston) and his wife, America:

Although I strongly doubt that the cemetery is haunted, there are stories that the canal that it borders *is*. I've never seen anything, but God knows enough people have drowned in that canal, so yeah, it's possible... Plus, there's supposedly the mass Chinese grave nearby...but no one talks about that and I doubt anyone knows anything about that anymore anyway...