Reflection….. To reflect, think and wonder… I sit here and I think over and over what I have seen in the last few months. Now I…
Reflection….. To reflect, think and wonder… I sit here and I think over and over what I have seen in the last few months. Now I know that the mind works the way it does for a reason. The mind is kind and will only let you remember what you can handle. Then why is it my mind shows me my mother dying over and over? Maybe it is because I am trying to grasp an aspect of it. Is what I believe I saw and heard real? The patchiness of the hand as she starts to leave. The light tinge of blue that takes over. The death rattle. That final moment of her trying to get her last breathe, and her eyes….. her eyes…. Something happens in that final moment that I cannot grasp that has something to do with the eyes. Its almost like that startled look you get when you are suprised, or even as if you saw something amazing, or frightening? The eyes suddenly dialate and then go back to normal in that last breathe. But I know there is more to what I saw than just the body dying. I felt it. The words of the Lords Prayer flowed out of my mouth like real words not as if you are just saying a prayer… no… I meant every word, no one else in the room except my mother and myself and I was not aware until after I had spoken these words that a male voice said the prayer with me. Many would say it was shock, or I am even insane. I really do not care, I know that that truly happened for whatever reason but I feel the reason is becoming clear…. The reason, I believe, is almost like a cleansing before she passed on. That last prayer, that renewing the heart as is spoken in the bible. Our father, who art in heaven. / Hallowed be thy name. / Thy Kingdom come. / Thy will be done. / On Earth as it is in Heaven. / Give us this day our daily bread. / And forgive us our trespasses. / As we forgive those who trespass against us / And lead us not into temptation / But deliver us from evil. / For thine is the power and the glory forever and ever. / Amen. I am not a religious person, not at all, but the power for the first time of prayer was evident to me on this day. I find it hard to know my mother has gone but I have to live and have to keep breathing for now. I pray with all my heart that I will see her again one day. The thought of never hearing her voice again terrifies me. I will hold onto the hope I will see her again, and I will remember her forever.
A gift to all my friends: / Halloween Treat It is now available in HQ and needs to be wat…
A gift to all my friends: / Halloween Treat It is now available in HQ and needs to be watched that way if possible because the smaller version does something really weird with some of the images. Hope you all enjoy! ~Sande P.s. ....this is based on fact and the building and property are supposedly haunted…although I’ve never seen or felt anything unusual there. But it was posted on the web several years ago that it was one of the most haunted places in the US and after that, people…mainly teenagers…kept breaking in and as you can see in the video, doing a lot of destruction and vandalism. So, because of that, I won’t post the location of the property in a public forum. But still the history is true…once an insane asylum annex, once a dormitory where at least one person is said to have died mysteriously either at his own hands or someone elses and then back in the 19th century, there were several murder-suicides amongst the property owners. The original homes burned down years ago and the other buildings are slowly crumbling. This building is probably one of the newer ones as you can tell by the construction but it is still quite old and holds a lot of history…and perhaps spirits:-)
So many of the images that I’ve been posting lately, like Haunted Two...
So many of the images that I’ve been posting lately, like Haunted Two , are based on and photographed at a farm that is reported to be extremely haunted. It has a horrific history at any rate, which is full of tragic death, murder and suicide which must leave some sort of paranormal residue. I have never felt or seen anything there which has disturbed me. I love exploring the crumbling buildings and always feel comfortable, almost welcomed. / It has not always been so in my own home and since Halloween is drawing near, I will share the story of my home’s hauntings. / I think my ghost is a child because of the tricks it plays. It use to jump on the bed in the morning when I would be trying to sleep in. I thought at first that I must be having a stroke or seizure of some type until the weekend morning when my husband and I both slept past our normal time to rise. When the edge of the bed began to bounce, my husband sat straight up and exclaimed, “What on earth is causing that?!” I simply said, “Thank God, you feel it too!” It was a relief for me and I finally related to my husband all of the odd things that had been happening. Like the banging door in the basement that I’d always blamed on my cats and dogs until the time when my husband was away on business for the weekend and I was in my bedroom surrounded by all of my pets when it started. And boy, did it ever start! The door slammed over and over for at least ten minutes but it felt like longer. There was no draft, nothing to cause the door to move at all much less the rhythmic and violent continuous slamming. And then there were the odd odors, strange perfumes that would suddenly become thick and smothering and just as quickly leave. And the way my cat acted oddly, following something I couldn’t see around the room with her eyes. / Stranger still is that the mischievous spirit seemed to disappear after presenting itself to my husband. Then, the next summer and hay season rolled around. We have a neighbor who when he was young enough, would volunteer ever year to help us bring in the hay crop. I always cooked for the hay crews and everyone seemed to enjoy sitting around visiting and telling stories long after the day and meal had ended. Our neighbor lived in a house about a mile from us which also had a horrible history and was said to be haunted. I asked the neighbor and his wife about this and they both told me that, in the past, they had been able to find explanations for the noises and movements and odd things that occurred from time to time in the old antebellum house they called home. But lately, they both excitedly explained, some things had started happening that couldn’t be explained. There were doors that slammed over and over, the sound of footsteps running on the stairs, and something that felt like a child jumping on their bed that continually woke them up. My husband and I both were staring at them slack jawed and amazed when they finished their story and then we told them that we’d had the exact same thing happening until it had stopped about six months before…which was exactly when their haunting had begun. / I wonder about the history of their house, the tragedy that occurred there. In the mid 1800’s, there was a young girl who wasn’t feeling well and her parents left her at home when they went to church. It’s thought that she heard something on the first floor of the house and started down the stairs to investigate. There was a servant who’d had a terrible fever and it had effected his mind. He had gone quite mad and had been held in a locked room but he’d escaped. It’s thought that he believed the girl coming down the stairs toward him, with the light of twilight shining through an upstairs window behind her, was a ghost or demon and he attacked her with a scythe killing her by decapitation. / It is a sad and terrible story but I’ve often wondered if the child like ghost that we seem to share with our neighbors, isn’t the spirit of that young girl. I guess it depends on whether you believe in ghosts or not. / /
I really feel honoured, very grateful and would sincerely like to thank all in the Country Roads Group for their wonderful, uplifting …
I really feel honoured, very grateful and would sincerely like to thank all in the Country Roads Group for their wonderful, uplifting comments and support in voting my image The Lost One the most popular entry in the What’s On Your Road Challenge !! / I would particularly like to thank Ruth Lambert and Evita for both using the image for the cover photo and also Featuring the image, as well. / I really am humbled at your support and confidence in my images and once again thank you all. / Blessings, / Phil.
I am having a blast, learning and practicing with layers. Have begun creating my own texture images for layering, because I want my image…
I am having a blast, learning and practicing with layers. Have begun creating my own texture images for layering, because I want my images to be “my own” from start to finish. I’d like to have a group of effective images; it’s been a project of forcing my mind to think way outside the box. I see the great texture layers others have created and scratch my head in dismay; how in the world does one create such a thing? Gradually I am coming up with ideas, a few from online tutorials and a few just from watching the world around me with an eye focused more on the texture-gathering agenda. I have begun putting up some of these images, the ones that are working out pretty well, in a set on Flickr that I would be happy for anyone here to use, if they wish. But these are all still early efforts. Yesterday I had what I thought was the really fun idea of going to a local shop that carries a lot of “world” or “international” clothing. I thought I’d find some cool fabrics and patterns, take photographs, and work them into texture images. I had shopped there several times, and occasionally bought some nice things. So I happily went into the shop and asked the clerk if I could take some pictures. She and her co-clerk (the store had no customers, and the two women had been sitting and chatting) looked just a bit alarmed. One of them said she would have to clear that with the owner. She went into a back room, and another woman came out and gave me a bit of an unfriendly glare. Asked me what I wanted, and why. Asked what I wanted to do with the images. I began to get the odd feeling that she thought I was going to create pornography, or something similarly distasteful. She explained to me that the clothing in her shop was “for sale” (of course that was news to me! Ha!), and that it would not do, at all, for pictures of the clothing to “show up on the internet.” Then she said she was “not as concerned” about the rugs, etc., in the back room. I got the very uncomfortable feeling that I had just been accused of trying to steal something… I looked around in the “back room” for just a few minutes, but realized that all the fun really had been taken out of the expedition. It felt as if someone was looking disapprovingly over my shoulder. So I turned around, and walked on out. As I went out, I thanked all three of the women (they were busily discussing this odd photographer person, as I came back into the front room; still no customers in the shop). As I left, I muttered to myself “I’ll go home and take pictures of my own damn shirts.” And that is exactly what I did. Plus some photographs of a gravelly pathway.
The group HALLOWEEN has just featured another one of my images “Demonic Jack-O-Lantern! Thanks again to the awesome group for featuring a…
The group HALLOWEEN has just featured another one of my images “Demonic Jack-O-Lantern! Thanks again to the awesome group for featuring and acknowledging another of my images! Steve
Having dropped my old Pentax SLR film camera, it seemed a good idea to claim on the insurance policy that we’ve been paying through the n…
Having dropped my old Pentax SLR film camera, it seemed a good idea to claim on the insurance policy that we’ve been paying through the nose for for years on a “new for old” basis. / I asked for a replacement camera I could use with my almost new Pentax fit zoom lens and the replacement duly arrived – a Pentax K20D. / It’s horribly complicated and weighs a ton (not good with the broken finger) and will probably take a couple of years for this old brain to figure out. Anyone else got this model and how long DOES it take to figure out all the fancy bits? All advice gratefully received :):):)
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