Devilscrowbar

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Photographer, leftist, corvid fan :) 🏳️‍🌈

A narrow, waxing crescent moon (9%). It is aligned outer-curve-down, like a smile, and a few craters are visible here and there along the visible surface, which is silvery-gray.
A photo of hands in dark gloves, holding a small electric candle with a warm yellow glow. In the background are wooden steps, and snow.
A full-color, letter-sized poster. The poster has a large capital-letter headline reading "How's your war going?" Beneath the headline is an image of a person who has been killed, with image date (Sep. 28 2025) and image source (Mosab Abu Toha) and caption ("The slaughtered body of a person lying in the street. Emergency services are currently unable to access the area to retrieve them.") Beneath the image are the words "They endured it. Now you'll see it," above a Palestinian flag. Below the flag is large text reading, "Time to end it."
Large stencil-style block text, reading: "Stand up for your rights And your neighbors Stand up with your love And your rage Don’t give those pendejos the limelight Get up on the fucking stage"
I am writing this from the grave. Do not look for me. There is no body, only dust, and the smell of what once was bread. We spoke. Oh, how we spoke. With the tongues of children choking on smoke. With the tongues of old men whose homes turned to ash before their afternoon tea cooled. With the tongues of mothers who gave birth beside mass graves, and then laid their newborns inside them. We spoke with our blood, with our silence, with our madness. But the world did not hear. The world, my friend, is deaf to the human soul, unless that soul bleeds gold. They bombed us in the name of defense. They starved us in the name of security. They erased us with such calm, you would think it was an administrative procedure. And now, they speak of expanding the operations, of occupying Gaza fully, not as a tragedy, but as a plan. It is no longer war, it is appetite. And still we remained. Not because we are brave. Not because we are strong. But because there was nowhere left to go. I have seen a child dig through rubble with one hand, the other still clutching his sister’s decapitated doll. I have seen doctors use thread from their own clothes to stitch together lungs that were already drowning. I have seen men curse God. And I have seen God… say nothing. Forgive me. I do not write this in anger. I write it because I no longer know if I exist. Because my memories are louder than your missiles. Because my dead will not stop speaking. They ask me: “Did you tell them? Did you show them what they did to us?” And I say: “Yes. I told them. I screamed it.” And they say: “Then why are we still dead?” They do not want justice. They want the land. Let them take it. Let them build gardens atop our skulls. Let them pave our history into a road that leads to nowhere. Let them sleep beside the sea and call it peace. But let us go. Let the children go, with their bent spines and swollen bellies. Let the mothers go, with the milk still warm in their breasts for babies who no longer…
In the dim green of an evening garden, a white cabbage butterfly rests, wings folded, amongst large leaves. It is hidden and safe for now.
A very smooth, high contrast black and white image of a flower (with another behind it), pale against a shadowy background. The light and dark tones have a creamy look, with almost no film grain.
The copper, rippled surface of a lake at sunset; near the center of the frame, the dark silhouette of a Mallard duck swimming across the water.
A photo of the edge of the Lake Wingra dam in Madison, WI; water falls in rivulets over the dam and churns the pool below, while a large fish called a muskellunge (muskie) attempts a backwards leap up to try and clear the dam, white belly facing out and dark green back against the dam wall.
A photo of a dark, leafless bur oak alone in a stretch of pale prairie grass, under a mostly empty sky darkened by a red filter and near-infrared film.
The full moon just before totality; a silvery blue top edge, fading into shadow and a bloody red at the bottom of the disc. Around it are a few small stars, visible as the reflected light is blocked by Earth's shadow.
A hole in a patch of elm bark on a large tree, with a downy woodpecker carefully inspecting the spot for food. The bird is visible from behind, displaying the barred dark and white patterns on its wings and back. Its head is turned a bit so that we can also see its eye and beak from the right as it peers inquisitively into the hole.
A crescent moon, 8.1% illuminated. It has an amber hue due to being viewed through the lower atmosphere and more blue light is scattered.
A gray cat on worn wooden steps, sitting in bright sun and catching the striped shadows of window blinds. He looks thoughtful, and is probably observing a sparrow. His fur falls into shadow to the right, creating a wealth of gray tones along the way.
A black and white photo of a large stone partially covered in snow, beside a snowy city street. There is a lot of texture on the stone itself, which gleams with melting snow on its left side. The image is high contrast, with bright highlights and dark shadows.
The stand in page for the WEM (WI emergency management) site today, Jan. 23, with the Dept. of Military Affairs seal, "Website is Temporarily Offline" heading, and a note about the EO compliance.
A very squishy gray squirrel with a white belly, perched on the edge of an outdoor table. It is sitting up, looking a little pensive, with its paws tucked against its chest and its tail in a question-mark shape.
A young sparrow sitting on a fence overgrown with old vines. It is fluffed up on a freezing morning, resting in the sun and awaiting the right time to go and eat (when the sun rises enough to warm the nearby bird feeder).
A pier jutting out over the frozen lake. Beyond it and out of reach of its faint lamp, the ice fades into fog. The small shadows of geese are visible in a line from the center to the right.
A sturdy wooden tabletop with various old scratched and gouged spots. The center pattern resembles a mouse lying down, with long ears and a curly tail.
A photo of a crow familiar with the photographer, visiting for a snack with some younger crows. This crow is standing straight with head up, one eye observing the camera.
A peach-pink rose in a little sun, just beginning to bloom in late November, and beneath it the five-pointed star of an old blossom gone. Around them, the dull reds and greens of the rose bush.
The silhouette of a sharp-edged, empty sunflower head and its withered stalk, dark against the dull gray sky.
A warm-brown oak leaf is caught in falling sunlight, round shapes standing out against the square shadows and stippled plainness of blue porch paint.
A crow sitting on an old wood-slat fence, to the right of an iron post. It is looking sideways, carefully, at the photographer, with whom it is somewhat familiar.
A close-up black and white photo of a peony, with petals and shadows overlapping throughout the image, and a dark background to the left.
A black and white photo of a yellow mixed-breed dog, resting on some blankets in sun. Her fur is short and soft, her eyes calm and dark.
A black and white photo of a small, older black cat sitting in a patch of sun on a linoleum floor. She is yawning widely, and the sunlight catches her teeth and tongue, bright beside her dark fur.
A small campfire in a metal fire-pit with a grate on one side for cooking; the grate is black against the low, flickering flames.
A photo of a barn owl surrounded by shadow, in its enclosure at a rehabilitation center. Its pale, speckled body and outlined, triangular face stand out against the dark.
A brown oak leaf photographed in sunlight as it falls, set against a blue sky.
A cyanotype (blue and white) print made from a black and white image of a peony, close-up. The petals are large, and have strong contrast and clear detail.
A photo of the crescent moon, very thin, in a deep blue sky.
A black and white photo taken at night, of a lit bar sign reading "Ideal Bar", above an unlit sign reading "Color TV, Pizza". The light illuminates the leaves of a tree, as well as the block glass beneath the sign.