I am William: an INFP man into art, music, photography, handsome men, Turkish Van cats, 🌱growing and photographing Rhododendrons, enlightened souls, Tibetan Book of the Dead, psychology, cosmology, and more. South Puget Sound. Queerart🏳️🌈
I am finding that I used it a lot, as I go thru my mountains of slides. It had a blue shift.
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☝️🤩Obviously, AI was smart enough to know whose face fit the prompts.
"St Charles Borromeo Catholic Church · North Hollywood"
I was on a trip to southern California in December, 1982. I do not remember shooting this photo. 😬Somewhere, there is an X rated video of me shot during this trip. May it remain buried.
Ektachrome slide, scanned.
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exceptional, and precious. I have never met anyone whose childhood was even remotely similar. 6/end
left for different destinations, only to run into them once again at a different place days later. It was fun, for me. The adults always fawned over me because "I could carry on a conversation like a little adult".
I did not appreciate it at the time, but these adventures were quite 5/x
(the TOA - Tacoma Outboard Association) cruised around British Columbian waters every summer. One might be with a same set of boats for several anchorages and moorings. It was a never ending party of adults drinking and carrying on, while us kids watched. Then, boats would part ways as people 4/x
(the TOA - Tacoma Outboard Association) cruised around British Columbian waters every summer. One might be with a same set of boats for several anchorages and moorings. Then, part ways as people went to different destinations, 4/x
example of our dad. My mom rarely if ever did this. Only my sister's third husband, Dan, earned my mom's ridicule name of "Ding-a-Ling." He actually was exactly that, and many more uglier things.
I have boating memories of Bob and Lucille Smith, when our boating club 3/x
Lucille had a whiny voice, which I can hear in my mind's memory file. I also remember that Bob Smith was a very handsome man, though I had no inkling of such things as a child.
Ridiculing others is a VERY bad and unattractive trait. Yes, my brother and I both inherited this god awful trait by 2/x
"Son, Observe the Time and Fly From Evil"
Old Saint Mary's Cathedral, serving Chinatown, in San Francisco. The words: "Son, Observe the Time" come from Ecclesiasticus 4:23 and was aimed at the men who frequented the surrounding brothels in the 1850s.
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Quote skeet it and include him on the monsters list. He most certainly deserves a spot on the list!😍👍
were quite exceptional, and precious. I have never met anyone whose childhood was similar. 5/end
cruised around British Columbian waters every summer. One might be with a same set of boats for several anchorages and moorings. Then, part ways as people went to different destinations, only to run into then once again days later.
I did not appreciate it at the time, but these adventures 4/x
by example of our dad. My mom rarely if ever did this (only my sister's third husband earned my mom's ridicule name of "Ding-a-Ling." He actually was exactly that, and many more uglier things.
I have memories with Bob and Lucille Smith as our boating club (the TOA - Tacoma Outboard Association) 3/x
Lucille had a whiny voice, which I can hear in my mind's memory file. I also remember that Bob Smith was a very handsome man, though I had not inkling of such things as a child.
Ridiculing others is a VERY bad and unattractive trait. Yes, my brother and I both inherited this god awful trait 2/x
"Pots and Pans Smith"
That was my dad's ridiculing nickname for Bob Smith, and his wife Lucille. This was taken around 1959 or 1960 in Canadian waters (he is flying a pre-maple leaf Canadian flag on his mast).
The Smiths were perfectly nice folk, though my mom remarked that 1/x
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Allergies have to be a living hell. I am thankfully, allergy free.
"Tiptoe Through the Tulips"
Such a lovely spring flower.
April 6, 2024.
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#Rhododendron "Pretty Baby"
This one always recalls the great song standard, which was popular from the rag time era, through the 1950s.
Photos taken April 9-10 2024, in my backyard garden.
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#Rhododendron "Blue Diamond (?)"
This one is growing outside my bedroom window, next to the pink #Rhododendron davidsonianum. I took more photos of it today, as it is now fully open. I adore this periwinkle blue! April 6, 2024.
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If you see this, post four monsters.
Maybe I am old fadhioned, or a prude, or an old fuk, but people opening a conversation with a dick pic is not the best way to gain my further attention and curiosity.
Some of the fugging TV ads for KFC show men, women, boys and girls devouring product, like vicious jurassic raptors. The ads gross me out.
I believe I remember the moment I took this photo by Devil's Slide, south of San Francisco on Highway 1.
"Trip to Morro Bay (Life in Hell) Two"
This was probably shot at Gray Whale Cove State Beach between Pacifica and Montara, in February 1986. I was on a weekend car trip from San Francisco to Morro Bay, with "He who shall not be named".
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"Trip to Morro Bay (Life in Hell) One"
This box of scanned slide transparencies date from a weekend car trip from San Francisco to Morro Bay with "He who shall not be named", in early February 1986.
This photo was taken somewhere on the way to the 1/x
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#Rhododendron "Phyllis Korn"
This one is growing in the back yard, next to a cursed Laurel hedge (a worthless junk landscaping plant). April 6, 2024.
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#Rhododendron "Flaming Star"
She is blooming earlier than usual this year, with her calypso pinwheel pattern.
I planted her where everyone who passes by can see her. 👀
Shot on April 6, 2024.
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"Dreams Made of Bubble Gum"
#Rhododendron species davidsonianum "Ruth Lyons" form has to my eyes, the perfect pink: light and buoyant. April 6, 2024.
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"Dreams are Made of Bubble Gum"
#Rhododendron species davidsonianum "Ruth Lyons" form has to my eyes, the perfect pink: light and buoyant. April 6, 2024.
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"Bubble Gum"
#Rhododendron davidsonianum "Ruth Lyons" form has to my eyes, the perfect pink: light and buoyant.
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"Family Portrait, 1920"
This is my maternal grandfather Herman Rudolph "Pat" Woellner, my mother Maxine Geraldine (age three, I estimate), her older brother Edward Wallace (age five) and my grandmother Esther Elvira(?) Lyons. My grandmother was Swedish.
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FUN 1950's teenager mom figure to me. I hung out with her, her girl friends, and her secret hoodlum boyfriends.
😭Judy died of Ovarian Cancer in 2005.
🥰This is Judy Rae, my Turkish Van cat. Yup! Judy came back, back, back again. 5/End
(Gene Poole) who I liked. Gene wasn't stupid like husbands 1 and 3.
This was the last time Judy came with us on our summer vacation boating trip. She was definitely NOT WANTED by my god damned dad.
I was very close to Judy. Being that she was 10 years older than I, she became like a second 4/x
Judy contempt. My mom once told me that when Judy was 3 or 4, my dad in a drunken stupor raged at her, "I HATE YOU!" Damn, what kind of person does this to an innocent child?
It really impacted Judy's entire life for the worse. She married two idiot bums (husbands 1 and 3) and one good guy 3/x
(my sister, ten years my senior), and my brother Bobby (three years older than I.)
Judy had every reason to brood. She was my mom's daughter from a husband who died of TB, two weeks before she was born, in 1942. My mom eventually married my selfish ass of a dad in 1946, who did nothing but show 2/x
The plague of deadly AIDS had left me shell-shocked. And to make matters infinitely worse, I had let "he who shall not be named" back into my life, on his promise of "I've changed."
PSA: PEOPLE DO NOT CHANGE More about that in some other post. 17/end