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Footsteps, another shot from the weekends trip to the tree with the best snow of the winter so far. I have had a few folks asking for a mono shot of the tree, this is the first one...a little different to what you were probably expecting to see....the next mono will be a closer shot of the tree.
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Light Painting / Single Long Exposure
Another from Project: Memory Tower.
All of these light paintings were created inside the disused tower block called 'Cour du Parc' which was a rather terrifying experience!
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Taken in a small cave at the beach in Mogán, Gran Canaria, there was just enough time to get in, take this photo, and get out, before high tide would set in...
Hand made lith print on Agfa Portriga-speed PN318PE paper.
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📷 Olympus Infinity Stylus
️ Agfaphoto APX100
Fomadon Excel
📄 Agfa Portriga-speed PN318PE
Moersch Easy Lith
Photo shot at SL Teddi’s Egret Key – actually a quite warm and sunny place, when it wants to be….
A rather Exuberant thank to (Ghost Editor) Teddi for helping to get this Ghost story off the ground in a proper manner!
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A bit of a prologue…
To Quote:
“Hill House, not sane, stood by itself against its hills, holding darkness within; it had stood for eighty years and might stand for eighty more. Within, walls continued upright, bricks met neatly, floors were firm, and doors were sensibly shut; silence lay steadily against the wood and stone of Hill House, and whatever walked there, walked alone."
…The Haunting of hill house by Shirley Jackson
Unlike Shirley Jacksons story, the house haunting events written below, although a bit fictionalized, are all based on actual experiences. Not my own( to my chagrin), but by others I have had the pleasure to know personally enough that they have confided them to me.
The house described actually exists, but, although by my opinion it has every rite to be haunted, has never given up its ghosts to anyone yet. The events depicted in this chronicle have actually occurred at several different houses, all quite old, all located in the same general area.
The story below may not be an incredibly horrific ghost story….but then, when supernatural things got bump in the night in real life, it does not necessarily have to be….. now does it? Unlike Shirley Jackson's story, the house haunting events written below, although fictionalized, are all based on actual experiences of others whom I have the pleasure to know well enough that they have confided them to me.
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It has taken me many years to find the steel within my soul to write down my story; the marrow-freezing tale of my experiences inside the walls of the old Froes house.
I freely admit that I am not an author of stories, and since I'd already recording the chilling events in me Journal, that venue is the one in which I chose to share my experiences.
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While in college, a friend of mine rented an older house, along with a group of her friends. She failed to mention whether it was dark and stormy, but one night she was alone in the house with the good-natured German Shepherd Dog belonging to one of her roommates.
Barron (the dog, not my friend), seemed perfectly content, laying on the couch beside my friend, when he suddenly raised his head, baring his teeth and snarling with uncharacteristic ferocity. Staring in the direction of the stairway leading to the upstairs bedrooms, hackles rising, the dog drew my friend's alarmed attention to the stairs, and as she did, a small wisp of shadow slipped moving out of sight, just on the periphery of her vision and she heard the sound of small footsteps retreating up the stairs,
Rising from the couch, she approached the stairs with caution and slowly put her foot on the bottom step. As she did so, Barron came to the bottom landing, barking, and causing my poor friend to nearly jump out of her skin -- figuratively, of course. Her heart pounding furiously, my friend steadied herself and took another step, motioning for Barron to accompany her, but the dog refused, laying down at the foot of the stairs and beginning to whimper in distress when he couldn't obey her command.
Just then, my friend heard the distinct sound of two sets of feet, one small and one large, moving quickly along the upstairs hallway. Determined not to be frightened by what could be a stray cat that had gotten inside, or maybe even a raccoon, through an open upstairs window, my friend continued to ascend the staircase, turning on every light she passed, until she reached the upstairs corridor.
But there was nothing unusual to be seen.
She also failed to find or hear anything out of the ordinary in any of the 4 bedrooms, or the single loo, that were built off of the corridor. Giving up, she went back downstairs to where Barron was laying at the foot of the staircase, still whimpering. She petted the dog, as she gazed up the staircase, wondering what it had all been about.
Later, when she'd told the landlord the story, he confessed that the old house in which they were staying at one time had a small wing just off of the main bedrooms, that had burned to the ground. That wing had a loft bedroom, and 3 people perished in that room, in the fire; a grandmother and her two young grandchildren. He never revealed if there had been any previous unearthly activates witnessed, or reported, by anyone.
Despite the strange occurrence I've just related, me friend still does not believe in ghosts to this day, but she has no rational explanation for what she experienced.
As for me, I used to agree with her feelings on the subject, until --
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Part 1 coming next
my expiremental roll of film. triple exposure
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Crosswalk in Montgomery, Alabama commemorating the March to Montgomery (from Selma, Alabama) and led by Martin Luther King. The Alabama State Capital is in the background.
I love photographing deserts. There is something about it that attracts me a lot. It kind of shows the power of masses. Sand is probably the most insignificant particle you can find in nature. A microscopic element that has almost no real existence. But when you would get to a desert; you would feel the power of masses.
A desert is probably the example of the most rugged landscape of nature. Dry, hot, bright and cold everything together. Yes, afternoon in desert can get really uncomfortably hot and night can be uncomfortably cold.
But the desert is a fantastic subject for photography. It is hard to access deep desert, and you wouldn’t find many common tour companies taking you there. So, it stays pristine and untouched from mass tourism.
Footstep free desert is what we like to experience and this desert of M’hamid was nothing different. As usual we had spent camping 3 nights in the middle of Moroccan Sahara and the experience was priceless. We found many unique photo locations that I would probably explore more in future. Specially the night sky.
In the process we did capture some fantastic light in golden hour as well.
Here is one such evening that we enjoyed from a high sand dune looking towards one of the highest “erg” (sand dune) of the region. Yes, it is not the famous Erg Chigaga. The reason why it was empty and remained only for us!
I have made a short film to record our journey to this incredible place; you may be interested in watching. Click here to get amazed with the beauty of this special region of Morocco.
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Have a nice weekend.
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