It’s official. Jeff and I will soon be New York transplants, as he recently took a job in Brooklyn. We began the apartment search last Sunday. On our drive to the first apartment viewing, we passed this curious-looking dwelling. I snapped a photo and upon returning home, noticed I captured but not one but two orbs in the photo, one at each window. Coincidence, flare effect, or evidence of spiritual activity? You decide.
You find an old box of slides, untouched for years, containing images of loved ones long gone from the earthly plane. Get very quiet and you might hear them say: Come out and play . . . we’ll meet you halfway. Images are of my father, grandmother, and uncle, plus an unknown girl in the uppermost image. Originally captured in the 1960s and printed as slides, I used a Nikon to zoom into these images, thus converting them into digital format . . […]
In October, we set out pumpkins and tell ghost stories. We invite the spirit world to interact with us, the living. And, for one month only, it becomes impossible to ignore how inextricably intertwined death and life truly are. Today’s youthful beauty is but tomorrow’s faded photograph. Perhaps that photograph tells us the tale of a woman whose spirit still lingers here on earth, her whisper audible to those who will only listen. And, in the weeks leading up to […]