This is an archive

Hi! I don’t use this anymore but you can follow me on IG to keep up with my work. This blog will stay here as an archive of my older work. Love you!

This is an archive

Hi! I don’t use this anymore but you can follow me on IG to keep up with my work. This blog will stay here as an archive of my older work. Love you!

This is an archive

Hi! I don’t use this anymore but you can follow me on IG to keep up with my work. This blog will stay here as an archive of my older work. Love you!

This is an archive

Hi! I don’t use this anymore but you can follow me on IG to keep up with my work. This blog will stay here as an archive of my older work. Love you!

this entire website could be deleted right this second and i still wouldn’t move to twitter sorry

regarding all the hooplah about my work being reposted without credit: this is why. i really prefer retweets and reblogs, but if you must repost, this is what citing the creator had the power to do. removing us from the equation is denying us proper exposure to potential clients when this is the only means of income we have. edit: the article shown here is not about me!! i appreciate all the congrats comments but i was merely showing the power proper credit has.

Since tumblr is probably getting nuked from orbit, you can follow me on IG instead @ darkcoastphoto

I still don’t post often, but it’s something.

Let’s get this straight

Southern Gothic: Abandoned Churches, cryptic gospel signs, don’t go near the marshes, elusive and overly religious people that are probably Up To Something but everyone is too afraid to ask what

Midwestern Gothic: Something Lives In The Corn, broken down trucks, gravel roads that lead nowhere, empty gas stations placed between tiny towns with only one attendant who makes too much eye contact but never speaks

Southwestern Gothic: Animal skulls hung from posts, shacks miles into the barren desert that still look lived in but nobody is ever seen around, They Watch From The Mountains, shapeshifting creatures hiding in the brush

PNW Gothic: thick unrelenting fog, distant howls, a nearby branch cracking followed by abrupt cessation of all animal noise, ravens that beseech you with hauntingly intelligent gazes, dense forest that looks the same in every direction, impossibly large toadstools

Northeastern Gothic: the sea and the sky are both gray and go on forever, the hills are old and remember when they were mountains, autumn leaves rustling, tendrils of cold air, rattling windowpanes and cold rain, the color of the sky just before it gets dark