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been sitting for days trying to make words spring from this keyboard
total block
last entry was crap, i just posted it because i was tired of messing with it
it always seems so clear in your manic thoughts
but monotone,dilute, muted,with no dimension when you smear it on blank paper

i needed a new medium
and mom had charcoal...

my box

sitting up straight on the edge of an old wooden chair
feet planted and eyes locked in a silent standoff
a fresh coat of gritty stubbornness
to mask the fear and suspicion
protectively, I clutch it to my middle with both hands
.....
as my fingertips reluctantly ease the lid open
my secrets scurry from the light
like roaches to dark corners
'n-no, you definitely can't..hold it'
(are you insane?
I'd rather run naked through the Capitol building)

Merry Christmas

Jesus was a Capricorn
he ate organic food
he believed in love and peace
and he never wore no shoes

Old Salem

Old Salem was one of a few settlements, collectively known as Wachovia (like the bank), established in the mid-1700s by Moravians, a group from Czech that broke away from the church before Martin Luther (whoodathunk, I thought ol' Martin was the original rebel)

Bridge into Old Salem

The boys' school at that time used the construction of these stars to teach kids geometry.


Light and shadow. Features and flaws. Headlines and secrets. I wish I had Rupita's skillz. Things are more clearly seen when accompanied by their shadows.

Stretch the interpretation ---> you can't really see a person, until you glimpse their shadows.

So many textures: brick and stone and window shutters and doorways and trees...






locally known as 'the castle'


I really loved this vine with it's shadows, i wanna paint it


especially this view...

original African-American church in Old Salem

they later moved to this brick church
see the headstone to the left of the church?
the yard in front of the church was actually a black-only graveyard, separated into Moravian, non-Moravian, and kids

the white church
the white church also has its own graveyard called 'God's Acre'
a woman working there told me all the headstones were identical, representing equality in death
I thought, yeah except if you're black, but whatever...
enough about the church
on to medical stuff...
This is Dr. Vierling's house, the area's physician




an apothecary downstairs

upstairs...


...i found a treasure of medical history


Bloodletting...



brain surgery!?
old textbooks...

a Martin Luther bible??

tools


this is a leech cage! gross...

doctor bag
and last but not least, some women's health

this is a how-to diagram of breast surgery, yikes!

this guy found it 'unbecoming' for women to gather and be excited about having a baby
i hope someone told him 'oh, shutup'
forceps used to pull out a stubborn baby (oddly, they look a lot like today's forceps)
and an old fashioned bottle

old-fashioned breast pump (and I thought breast pumps were relatively new!)
The End.