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The castle's grand ballroom is used for celebrations, dances, formal dinners, and the occasional art show. The current show is "[title]" by [name].

You can use the arrows on the left and right the screen to navigate, or use the A and D keys on your keyboard, or scroll around with a trackpad. Click on the paintings to zoom in.

This door leads back to the main stairwell.

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Greg Harvester

"Blinding Light"


My name is Greg Harvester. I grew up in a sleepy southern town of 8000 people, but now I live in a bustling city of 800,000 for some reason. When I can find the time and energy, I like to seek out places in this world that make my mind stop racing and are so silent that I can start to think coherently. The big open spaces that we have left in our country call to me and I am drawn to rotting carcasses that were once someone else's idea of a good idea. I take photos of my friends too, but not here.

I also grew up and still reside in the larger nation-state of DIY punk, where I taught myself to make my own noise on gear that no one loved anymore. I transferred these same ideals to learning photography on my own with half-broken cameras and film that was sometimes, but not always, 20 years past its expiration date. The journey has yielded mixed results, but I love film photography and the ways in which it wields imperfections, uncertainty and pure magic.

Thank you for wandering through these castle halls with me and thank you to Jacob for letting me drive some nails into these old stone walls. These photos were taken on a variety of films, both gifted and purchased. The cameras used were a Nikon F2 that was given to me after it sat on the shelf in a Berkeley laboratory for years, a Canon AE-1 that was found by an employee at my local food co-op, a borrowed Yashica-A found in a junk shop in central California by a now-dead friend, a Holga 120S that I found in a free box at a punk house and a Mamiyaflex that doesn't have a story. Drop a line: PO Box 40786, San Francisco, CA 94140

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