Not deserted. This was what communities looked like in the times of my kin. I was in places like this. The more "modern" versions in the backlands have old house trailers side-by-side with shacks and a few better houses. Even though I'm okay with being there, the stories they tell... never mind

Forgive me for that slice-of-life (such that is and always has been). If it's of any reassurance, although my artwork sometimes carries a greater or lesser degree of Realism movement influence, I'm not inclined to take my viewers into the Appalachian life quite as far as the inside of an outhouse.

The most frightening part in that weather was going to the outhouse. Some of the houses shared one (a "two holer").

Welcome to Bluesky. You will like this out-of-the-way diner much more than Twitter. Follow me here and I'll follow you back.

Well, thank you, and the same right back to you. I have the turkey prepped and in the oven. I made the pumpkin pie last night, and the mashed potatoes will be whipped after the turkey comes out and sets for a while. Squash is in the oven, too. My daughter is making her broccoli-cheese casserole.

I sincerely appreciate your kind words.

Read the EXIF before using the defamatory "AI" label on my artwork.

It's my style, a transition from the outer world to the world I see.

This is one of my versions of Hopper's "Nighthawks," except that I wanted more of a sense of the loneliness of Eternity rather than just the alienation of modernity. That, and Mabel's is the respite of life before the loneliness of forever.

Weegee: one of the greats.

Your cat is impersonating a sandwich.

I have an Amazon storefront, but it's just for the major works of my photography portfolio. Building the storefront up to include my art portfolio is daunting beyond my currently available time.

Occasionally, I will write a summary of my rather complex workflow and tools in comments.

Right!

We are all troubled souls. That's what makes all of us lovable... except for me; being troubled makes me rather grouchy.