Taken in the Central District in Seattle. What a lovely shop front.
Hello friends! I have a whole bunch of prints of my work that are all fancy and matted in preparation for a show coming up in Seattle! Want any of them? They’re $10 total (that includes shipping within the US). Anything on this site is up for grabs, plus a bunch more photos I’ll be posting. Email me at racheladmasart@gmail.com if you’d like some.
Unlucky grasshoppers trapped in cages to bring good luck.
Hello friends! I have a whole bunch of prints of my work that are all fancy and matted in preparation for a show coming up in Seattle! Want any of them? They’re $10 total (that includes shipping within the US). Anything on this site is up for grabs, plus a bunch more photos I’ll be posting soon. Email me at racheladmasart@gmail.com if you’d like some.
Ran across these two roaming around in the Pyrenees mountains while walking El Camino. I think it’d be nice to be reincarnated as one of them.
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I think big, alien emptinesses are nice, so I really enjoyed spending a couple of days in Death Valley recently. Sleeping in my car. With another human. When the temperature was 109 F. Ok maybe the park itself was more of a highlight than the sleeping arrangement. The salt flats at sunset are surreal, and the ground makes creaky noises at some times due to the salt crystals expanding or contracting.
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I think it’s uniquely beautiful when nature becomes monochrome. It feels still and quiet, bleak but also cozy at the same time. Found this tree while hiking. It’s a full color photo with no edits.
When I lived in Minnesota and winter settled in, the only color to really be found was a incredibly blue sky now and then. The ground was white. The trees were black. The plowed roads were a grey mush. Walking along the sidewalk, the piles of snow that surrounded you on both sides had a striations of white and grey.
Here in Seattle, it’s similar minus the snow. The streets are black, the sky is eternally grey for several months of the year. The clouds hang so low that they feel like being buried under a warm blanket. The morning fog sometimes obscures sight completely, making everything white.
Ok, one non-artsy-fartsy photo just for fun, because this is making me fondly remember walking ten block to class on sidewalks like this.
There are a lot of images of the solar eclipse of 2017. Images of massive celestial bodies roaring through the vacuum of space and happening to align briefly in such a immensely spectacular way that our ancestors fell to their knees and knew the gods were coming to destroy all they controlled. Images that one could describe as: jaw-dropping or awe-inspiring or breath-taking or otherworldly.
I present to you my own image of that eclipse.
I think one could describe it as: adorable.
This was the view when I watched it through some supremely fashionable eclipse glasses. Put the glasses on my camera to see what would happen, and wound up with this shot of the just the sweetest, most unassuming lil eclipse.
COMPUTER, ENHANCE.
Being able to see a (partial) solar eclipse was absolutely incredible. Nature knocked it out of the park when it came up with that idea. Thanks, nature.
Such a handsome and friendly pup napping on the sidewalk in Antigua, Guatemala. Passed him most days when I was walking to class. I thought the colors were nice. And the dog was very, very nice – can confirm. But then, who doesn’t like the head scratches?
Messing around with double exposure again. The bathroom tiles exploded. It was messy.
I like thrift stores and second hand stores. Someone loved a Thing then stopped loving the Thing then sold the Thing for money then someone else came to own the Thing in hopes that someone else will love the Thing and decide to own the Thing.
Or maybe the Thing will just gather dust and mold and decay in an attic until it’s forgotten forever.
Humans and Things are neat.
He can fly for a short ways but has to get a running start off a hill. He also writes very beautiful words that everyone should be lucky enough to read: https://sammart.one/
Being devious teenagers way back when, we broke the law and snuck in to what is sometimes called Old Bryce, but officially named the Alabama Insane Hospital, to explore. Had to park in a far away lot to avoid suspicion and hike through brush and briars to reach it. Also had to sneak our way back out when we saw cop cars pull up. Fascinating and dark history behind this place that was shut down due to concerns about the way patients were being treated.
By 1970, however, the concept of patients remaining in the hospital for long periods of time while at the same time working productively became a subject of public concern, especially as many citizens felt that patients were retained by the hospital as a source of free labor.
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