Kate Kastelberg
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-cottage-core meets adventure
-revels in nature, mystery and the fantastical
-avoids baleful gaze of various eldritch terrors
-your Village Witch before it was cool
-under command of cats and owls
-let’s take a Time Machine back to the 90s
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When the Trickster Leads you Home . Honorable Mention in Through the Lens Challenge.
A hallmark child of the nineties, various phases and interests piqued my interest per year, some sticking through time more than others. There were, of course, the fads that found their way more universally among my peers: pogs, Beanie babies, Tamagotchis and Lisa Frank merch. I shared in those. Then there were the other phase obsessions that found their way to seemingly me alone, for whatever reason. One of them was wolves. Wolf posters and plushies abounded in my bedroom, howling under full moons or huddling in their dens. Another was an unslackable interest in Switzerland (and the Alps, in general). A small Swiss flag sat in the cupholder at my desk, next to Rainbow Brite magnets and Lisa Frank erasers. Exactly why the interest took hold, I will never be able to say for sure, though I have a few suppositions. There were the NOVA specials on PBS I would watch with my Dad in the evenings, showcasing breathtaking landscapes, biomes, flora and fauna across the globe, some of which featured the spanning panaroma of the Alps. There was my copy of the National Geographic Society’s book on the Alps (prepared by the Special Publications Division), with its cover showcasing the snow-peaked Matterhorn mountain in all its majesty. And there was of course the movie, The Sound of Music, with Julie Andrews. One of my fondest memories of my Mom: a summer of nights making make-shift quilted forts in the living room while we ate raspberry sorbet out of the carton and watched the timeless film.
By Kate Kastelberg 12 months ago in Photography
Surviving Perihelion
Telescope points up: Azimuth 263, Comet dazzles glass
By Kate Kastelberg about a year ago in Poets
Matter Meets Anti-Matter
There was only one rule: don’t open the door. She had said those words to me the first day we met. Many of the villagers were afraid of Agnes, the town midwife and healer. To me, she was my whole world. An orphan, she had taken me in as her apprentice when I, haggard and starving, first happened upon her woodland cottage so many years ago.
By Kate Kastelberg about a year ago in Horror
Nocturnal Clouds
Slipping Into Lifted Elysium: Night Covers Egress
By Kate Kastelberg about a year ago in Poets
Davy Jones: the True, Untold Story . Runner-up in Overboard Challenge.
It was one cerulean sea day that Sinbad the Sailor, Blackbeard, Grace O’Malley and Davy Jones found themselves all aboard the same ship. Yes, against all the odds of fame, fortune, time and legend, they were all on said ship together. She was a beaut though, with massive sails billowing and caving to the four winds, a deck of cypress wood that shone in the sun as if never scuffed by the likes of boots and barrels.
By Kate Kastelberg about a year ago in Fiction
A Perfect Conch
The sun shone technicolor and ebullient over a paradisiac landscape below. Cerulean waves lapped against white sands and littered on the shores lay the gleaming jeweled frames of thousands of seashells, all perfect and none of them broken, abraded or eroded by their vast journeys sailing the seas.
By Kate Kastelberg 2 years ago in Fiction
