I spent yesterday participating as a photographer in a small people-and-animals portrait workshop run by freaking kylecassidy, on a blueberry farm two fantastic people are trying to save, with and for a nascent snake rescue/rehabilitation project run by a pair of offbeat teenage twin girls who happen to live around the corner from the house I grew up in, with ( Read more... )

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In a recent hunt for a years-old silly faux-anthropology post in my own livejournal archive, I rediscovered the fact that I've been maintaining this account for well over a decade. In the process, I was shown through painful examples that in several important ways, I am barely the person who stepped into this corner of the internet so long ago. For ( Read more... )

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