Showing posts with label Haunted. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Haunted. Show all posts

Wednesday, December 8, 2010

The Maine Event, Part Four (Yes, four. Don't argue!)

Ah, springtime in Maine. Winter is reluctant to let go. Above, [Maris] got by far the best shot of the Rockland Breakwater Lighthouse, capturing cloud detail that I, in an effort to lighten the dark structure, missed completely. She rules.

[Maris] also captured this long view, looking up through the drizzle at Owls Head Light. The site is said to be haunted, and one of the pieces of evidence to that effect is this old wooden staircase. When the fog rolls in, the ghost's footprints appear on the damp steps. Cool!

Two of my shots of Owls Head Light. It was misty and we had the place to ourselves, making it just that much more spooky and awesome.

Two frames from a rainy and isolated Marshall Point Light. The weather during the middle of this week-long trip gave us a new appreciation of the need for lighthouses, back in the days before GPS. Some of these things, and the rocks of which they warn mariners, were invisible until we were right on top of them.

Pemaquid Point Lighthouse - by [Maris].

... by Joe...

... by [Maris]. Old bell and a seriously still-functioning foghorn (ah say, ah say, ah say)!

... and two more by Joe, who ventured down onto the freezing, slippery and wind-blown rocks below the light. Must revisit this point when the sun is shining. It, like most of Maine's coast, is sublime.

More to come - wait til you see the "down east" Maine stuff - the sun came back...

Friday, July 16, 2010

Things Spooky, Broken, Haunted

Broken RVICE Station - near Lively, VA - 2001

One of the spookiest and most unmistakably haunted places I have ever been. [Maris] and I were wandering through the mountains of Kentucky late at night when we happened on this scene in Lynch. There were ghosts. I know there were. Men died in that mine. It's a museum, now, but I have no doubt the ghosts are still digging. 1999 photo.

Just across the road from the mine portal, we found a rotting old locomotive, which I attempted to shoot, and this caboose, shot by [Maris]. It was nearly pitch-black, so focus and exposure suffered greatly, but by this time we were so spooked, it was time to go.

Maybe it was the chilly, damp weather. Maybe the fact that it was Sunday. Maybe everyone was at the McDonald's out on the highway (the worst McD's in the universe). Whatever the reason, Grafton, WV was a creepy, sad little ghost railroad town when we visited in 1997.

This one is more sad than haunted. This 1688 grave stone is in Salem, MA. The lower inscription reads "An aged person that had been but nineteen winters in the world." 1998 photo.

Broken Happy Place. The north end of the Boardwalk in Rehoboth Beach, DE after the 1992 Nor'Easter.

Overgrown Farmhouse - Northern Neck of Virginia - 2001. I'll bet there's a ghost in there.

Big creepy, spooky, haunted house in Garrett, PA in 2001. TELL me there isn't a whole mess of ghosts in there!

Wind turbines looming creepily above Garrett, PA in 2001. They don't scare me the way they do some people, but I have to admit, seeing them up close when you're not accustomed to them does sort of make the little hairs on your arms stand up.

Finally, "Bart's End." I know - I've posted this one before, but I just love it so. It speaks to me, and every time I look, it says something different.

Thanks for dropping by. I'm thinking it might be time for some barns, next.