Showing posts with label Halloween. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Halloween. Show all posts

Saturday, October 26, 2013

The Shadow Knows


Happy Halloween!


Lantern


It's the season for shadows and shades, and you'll find plenty of them at my house - and even more at Shadow Shot Sunday 2.

Monday, October 31, 2011

Saturday, October 29, 2011

PhotoHaunt: Broken

Broken

Definitely broken. Probably haunted. But isn't it awesome?

Posted for PhotoHunt: Broken

Friday, October 28, 2011

Shadow Shots: Tribal Fire

Tribal Fire

Another shot from the Albuquerque Balloon Fiesta, a mysterious one in keeping with the season.

I loved the burners blazing in the night and black silhouettes casting long shadows, looking almost as if a pagan tribe had gathered round a magic fire.

That's the moon up above, and the red haze ... probably just camera flare. Or maybe a passing spirit?

It's always shadowy at HeyHarriet's. Stop by and see. You may want to bring a flashlight.

Saturday, October 22, 2011

Shadow Shots: Watcher

Watcher

We pass this old church, nested among grave stones like a mother hen with her chicks, every fall on our way up to Michigan to pick apples. Every year on our way north, we see a man sitting on the steps beside the cellar door. Every year he is gone when we come back through on our way home - every year for over 20 years.

This time, I snapped a photo of the church on our way home. The man had been there earlier, as usual, and as usual was now gone. Just an old church without our mystery man.

But ... what is that shadow in the window above the cellar door?

The photo is cropped, but is otherwise straight from the camera. There isn't anything to cast that shadow, and that one is only on the shutters inside the window, not on the outside of the church.

Strange.


There are lots more shadows to see at HeyHarriet's:

Wednesday, October 31, 2007

Things that go bump in the night

"I do believe in spooks, I do believe in spooks, I do I do I do believe in spooks... " -- The Cowardly Lion

I have never seen a ghost. But I suspect they have seen me.

Tales of the unexplained are common in my side of the family. Between the lot of us, we've had covers and pillows tugged away in the night; we've seen orbs, and we've had lights that turn themselves on; objects have appeared in unexpected places or have moved without any visible cause. We've caught dark figures at the edge of sight, and one of us even had a horrifying encounter with a shadow man. At times, urgent rapping and banging sounds emanate from inside closed cabinets and from certain empty rooms. The events span decades, and have occurred in a number of houses in several states. The common denominator seems to be us: my mother, sister, brother and myself. And my kids have had a few odd experiences of their own. It would seem that we attract this kind of thing.

For the most part, I remain a fascinated observer of the paranormal field. Experiences come to me, but I don't go looking for them. It is tantalizing to think of an alternate reality just beyond our senses, but deliberately stepping into that reality feels like a bad idea.

So. Sometimes I think I'd like to see a ghost. Other times I remember to be careful what I wish for.