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Life itself is but the shadow of death, and souls departed but the shadows of the living. -Thomas Browne
Over my kids spring break, we took a road trip down to Death Valley. It was an awesome trip and great memories were made.
1 of 2 Death Adders found in Sydney about 2 weeks back on a surprisingly cool night. The other 1 was a Grey Morph.
This cybernetic beast of burden, half mammal and half machine, could be found throughout the galaxy. This red-plated version was commandeered by a member of the Guavian Death Gang.
I loved the luggabeast as soon as we saw it in promo footage for The Force Awakens. A cyborg creature is such an interesting concept!
I believe this is a depiction of Santa Muerte (Our Lady of Holy Death) dating to the late 1800s. Typically, she is depicted as a skeleton in robes holding a scythe or a skull. It's very similar to the Grim Reaper or Death.
However, this is a little different. It was, when it was made, a modern take on Santa Muerte, giving her an ax instead of a scythe. She's also wearing more modern (for the time) clothing.
This tradition dates back to the Aztecs and Mesoamerica. When the Catholics from Spain moved in, many of the indigenous people adopted some of the new traditions, mixing them with the old.
Santa Muerte is not associated with Dia de Muertos, an event focused upon lost loved ones. She is the personification of death. That said, one of her festivals takes place on November 2nd, so it's understandably not fully disconnected from the Day of the Dead.
This particular figure can be found in the A.R. Mitchell Museum of Western Art in Trinidad, Colorado. If you're in town, definitely check it out.
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'Death'
Camera: Mamiya RB67
Film: Agfa Copex 50
Process: Rodinal; 1+100; 18mins
Colorado
July 2024
"How could rocks and sand and silence make us afraid and yet be so wonderful?”
- Edna Brush Perkins, The White Heart of Mojave, 1922
Finally visited Death Valley over the holidays, and, as always when visiting a new-to-me National Park, I left a little piece of my soul, there. Death Valley is unlike anything I’ve ever seen before. I thought I was prepared. I thought it would be similar to other long awaited first visits to other national parks where the experience feels familiar and welcoming, as if you are stepping into a book that you’ve read for a very long time. Death Valley did not do this to me. No book can prepare you for Death Valley. The only way to become acquainted with the inconceivable vastness of the valley and sand and salt that’s only defined by towering walls of stony mountains is to be immersed in it. Death Valley is a challenge. It is a challenge to understand and experience and exist in. To be here is to be immersed in a forbidding environment and accept that this miraculous landscape is not for the faint of heart. I’ll be back, Death Valley. We have more work to do.
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The Death Valley Pupfish, an endangered species, where spawning in the shallows. They are adapted to the shallow, hot, saline water.
I hiked out on the sand dunes in Death Valley before sunrise. My shoes were instantly filled with sand, but the photos are so worth it! Death Valley is an amazing place, and needless to say, very different from anything back home in Norway.
Hope you enjoy the photo, as much as I do.
A really big wasp nest on the garage broke apart and fell. Not sure when, but not everyone made it out. This newborn barely got its antennae dry before dying along with several of its sisters. OM 90mm legacy macro at f8 or so.
In the days after it fell, woodpeckers hammered the remains to bits.
The Death Valley night sky is pretty amazing. Death Valley National Park has some of the darkest night skies in California. Death Valley is the largest national park in the lower forty eight states which allows you to view some of the darkest skies around. This evening after the clouds cleared up, as blue hour changed into twilight, the stars popped out. We stayed out in the valley until we could see the milky way against the night sky.
Death Valley, California. Our second day/night on the road, Death Valley was honestly a last minute detour that ended up being a highlight of the trip. Only a couple of deranged miscreants from Texas would stop here on the last day of July. So, naturally, we stopped in aptly named Furnace Creek for the night. Most people flock to this location in the winter, but I recommend experiencing it in the dead of summer, at least once. You probably won’t get much done, but just experiencing that sort of heat is something you will never forget. I know what you’re thinking. “Justin, I’d rather have a catheter ripped out of me.” And fair enough, but still. It’s something to behold, and you’ll never truly appreciate the absolute hostility and harshness of this place until you do. We checked into our room at a mostly vacant resort down on the valley floor, some 200-some-odd feet below sea level, and decompressed for an hour or so. Sometime around 10 PM, we put our shoes back on and headed out to explore a few locations. Folks, after 10 PM the temperature was 118°F. The heat here can only be compared to stepping into a blast furnace, whatever that feels like. It is so incredibly in your face — an invisible, inescapable force that is unlike anything else you’ve ever experienced. It’s hotter here when the wind blows. Go stand in front of your oven door, or point a hairdryer at your face, on high, for an hour. It’s a bizarre heat. Seemingly unnatural.