waltzing through air as the gun magnate’s daughter slowly goes mad . . . impossible . . . a huge San Francisco mansion to inhabit but only one room . . . the rest filled with gutted candles, dust tinsel strands hanging off every curtain rod and the ghost of every man one of Papa’s guns killed. . .
My fall series post for today with around 42 new images, over on my Substack where they can all be viewed for free. Including these two.
On a voyage to see how much mileage I can get from the creative ability and eye for images that my family thought was useless. On line art curator, fiction writer and now blogger. Historian's daughter. Follow me . . .even I have no idea where I'm going next.
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