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.
Running from the reaper will not do any good. Welcome, then, this grim gentleman to your heart and neighborhood. Not so you would die, but so you’d be reborn. With the reaper around, wisdom is formed. Death takes us all: at some point, we fall. With death at the door, and darkness, abhorred, the various terrors and demons of night . . . Keep pushing, dear children, move towards the light. Live life till its end, with death as your […]
Categories: Art, Ghosts, Ghouls, Graveyards, Halloween, Horror, Noir, Paranormal, Photo Essay, Photography, Poetry, Shadow, Spooky, Superstition • Tags: Art, Ghosts, Ghouls, Graveyards, Halloween, Horror, Noir, Paranormal, Photography, Poetry, Shadow, Spooky, Superstition
Skyline view from the Philadelphia Museum of Art. A neon sign by American artist Bruce Nauman in the museum’s “modern art” section. Sculpture by Jacob Epstein outside of the museum, titled “Social Consciousness.” Underneath the title is engraved a line by Walt Whitman, which reads: “A grand, sane, towering, seated Mother / Chair’d in the adamant of Time.” Last few drops of coffee this morning left an imprint at the bottom of my mug which eerily resembled a big toe. […]