18 July 2012

Homesteading, Part I: Darkness

Enter LaRaine, who is more of a hermana de sangre to me than a friend and master of all things, but specifically, these:

1. stylistically looking ready to lodge a wooden stake between a vampire's ribs while maintaining the harmlessness of a baby bunny
2. posing, but not posing
3. attentively listening to and empathetically responding to my neurotic ramblings
4. providing incredibly good company in the car

Our destination was a few miles west of Leyden, CO, where the supposed remnants of a KKK hideout sit crumbling during their final days. We asked directions to the highway from an elderly woman ambling alongside the road, who folded her elbows and leaned into our car's open window, didn't hide her rage that 750 new houses were about to take up the exact stretch of road we were trying to reach, which now is painfully gorgeous, mostly undeveloped, and home to, well, a piece of history, however dark, and a photographic goldmine.

We were quiet driving away from her, imagining almost a thousand more big, pricey houses sitting unsold like the others in the area, wasting some of the most beautiful land in the country.

Urban sprawl ranting aside, we're really here to talk about LaRaine's shapeshifting enigma of a dress. And by talk, I mean look. 

xxx,
j
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