5 posts tagged “photography”
Do you believe in ghosts? Have you ever seen a ghost?
Submitted by Nancy.
Yes. Haven't seen one personally, but know people who believe they have. I'm not saying they haven't seen what they claim to, I'm simply pointing out that I have no way of knowing if the ghost was actually present [because I was not].
A friend of mine saw my father right after he died. She's afraid of ghosts, but wasn't at all scared when he appeared. [Well, why should she be? My Dad was very good to her and she suffers from losing him, too.] I didn't know then nor do I know now how to respond when she brings it up. It makes me wonder: how come she got to see him and I didn't? Is she "open" to such sightings? I left myself open to it long ago. And of course, after Dad passed, I hoped that I'd see him... I still hope I'll stumble upon The Happy Death Cross, but that's another story.
I've taken photographs that have possibly ghostly content, but don't consider that actually seeing a ghost.
There was also that fork incident when I was young: a fork that was definitely not ours fell - seemingly out of nowhere - from above our kitchen table down to the floor.
Addendum (11/11/2006): The Haunted House [Caps and italics used because that's my official name for it and the series of photographs I've taken over the years. Photo projects are fun!]
Many years ago, I went inside the house with a friend to explore it - despite the fact that it was condemned and literally falling apart.
Naturally I was taking many photos of the inside. While in one of the rooms, I found a newspaper from 1973 on the floor. I decided to take a picture of it.
The camera refused to fire. Sometimes that happens with my 35mm under certain conditions (zoomed in too far, not enough light - things of that nature).
I stepped back and tried again. No dice. I adjusted the zoom. The camera still wouldn't work. I aimed the camera elsewhere in the room. It didn't take. I made many more attempts to photograph anything in the room - changing the camera's various settings to see if any of them would make a difference.
The camera continued to refuse.
Initially, I thought, "Damn, my camera is broken!"
But there was nothing wrong with it. When I left the room, it worked just fine.
Ghostly? I can't be sure.
If the house wasn't such a safety hazard, I would've tried going inside at a later date to further investigate this "no photographs of this part of the house!" business.
Take a photo of an accident or a mistake.
"Car Accident" taken - SUPRISE! - by accident. Not so much a photo of a mistake as a mistake of a photo.
As if she has ESP, Rosa just came into the room to look out the window for Big Sis. Or maybe so she wouldn't be alone in my bedroom. In any case, I should point out that this picture is from inside my sister's car, not mine. The Grapemobile can only dream of being so clean.
The size of this is rather large. However, I've yet to use the audio, video, book and other sections of Vox, so I'll have photos galore!
Show us something that takes your breath away.
Sunsets can be breathtaking. I chronicled this particular sunset by capturing numerous photos.
Take a picture of your reflection.
These aren't current... I look like hell today. I'm also wearing my glasses instead of contacts. When I fix myself up, I'll edit this post or make a new one for an up-to-date echo reflection. I like mirror images.
Dates from left to right: September 2004, November 2005 x3, February 2006.
Read carefully: I have this amazing photo printer. I got it while x-mas shopping for others with my Dad. We went into the Radioshack located in the downtown mall. I couldn't take my eyes off of this printer.
Despite the price and the fact that the money I had was to be used for others, Dad talked me into buying the printer for myself. And I'm not talking about the printer I couldn't take my eyes away from. I'm talking about the one that was next to it, the one that had more features, the one the Radioshack salesperson was trying to sell us, the one that was definitely better than the first, and of course, cost more.
I could be mistaken, but this was Christmas of 2003. Even if it was '04, that's still an insane amount of time to have a multitasking, kickass photo printer and NEVER USE IT TO PRINT PHOTOS.
(Please take note of the insanity remark, it's important.) I never used it to print pictures on photo paper. Because I am crazy.
I felt that the photograph that would first come off the "printing press" had to be completely, absolutely, without question the best picture I'd ever taken. Otherwise, why waste the ink?
Here we are, several years later (depending on the date), thousands of digital photos later, and no prints to speak of.
Something I haven't told anyone - because it's eating me alive - I have a hearing with a judge (who will speak to me via video) for my disability case. I'm really afraid.
I have not been able to keep appointments with doctors, I'm getting worse with this whole being afraid to leave the house problem (not to mention the phone fear) and this adds up to me not having much in the way of evidence of my mental condition.
I couldn't get myself out of the house to meet with my lawyer, so my sister went for me.
He wants pictures of The Blue Cell, my bedroom. One look at the nightmarish condition it's in due to hoarding and the inability to properly clean (because of FMS + other factors) could certainly help my case.
BUT I'LL BE DAMNED IF THE FIRST PHOTOGRAPHS I PRINT ARE OF THE BLUE CELL.
The Blue Cell is littered with stacks of things. It's covered in dust. It's so many other appalling things, has so much stuff everywhere - words simply will not do. But a picture is worth a thousand words.
I came into this room and worried - it will take forever for me to find the right photo. It has to be something amazing or something that should obviously be printed out... "this will take hours," I thought.
It didn't. Dad gave me some help. I opened the software that came with the printer so I could familiarize myself with it and go through the masses of landscapes, group shots, bodies of water, happy times... The first folder of photos included "The Buddy System" (click link to view).
I just used the printer to actually print something on photo paper: 2 fantastic photographs loaded with meaning. Happy memories. Two 8x10" pictures of my late Father and my beautiful Merlin.
Now it's time to review, with great shame and sadness, the pictures I just took of the Blue Cell in all it's littered with craziness "glory." Then I have to print them.
Wish me luck at this incredibly scary hearing, please.
- echo
