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Boundaries: a chain link veil.
Originally posted on Renae Rude – The Paranormalist:
Maybe it’s the season, but the moment I saw this week’s photo post theme, I knew I wanted to take a shot of a fence around a cemetery. Halloween is, after all, when “the veil between the living and the dead” is at its thinnest. By the way,…
Dwelling in monochrome; Living in multicolor
Originally posted on Renae Rude – The Paranormalist:
I wasn’t going to make an entry for this week’s PostAWeek theme, ‘monochromatic’. The theme struck me as being more for folks who have advanced technical skills than for someone like me. (Which is totally fair … the real photographers must have their fun too.) But then a funny thing…
You want creepy? My whole blog is creepy!
Originally posted on Renae Rude – The Paranormalist:
I’ve felt incredibly welcomed into the PostAWeek community from the very start, and now I’m half-convinced they are making prompts just for me. This week’s theme is, of course, ‘creepy’ and I’m all over that 🙂 Now seems like a good time to announce that I am in the process…
Geese beneath my feet.
Originally posted on Renae Rude – The Paranormalist:
This week’s photo challenge prompt is ‘Beneath Your Feet.’ I’ve got some ideas about shots to take this week, but I’m not sure I can do better than to share a favorite set of photos from my digital scrapbook, of an exciting event that took place, over the course of weeks,…
A Roy G. Biv gallery, by the book.
Originally posted on Renae Rude – The Paranormalist:
The photo prompt for this week’s challenge became available last Friday. I wasn’t sure I’d participate because I was feeling under the weather. But then: serendipity. On Sunday, Ogre and I stopped at the library to pick up a book he’d reserved. I decided I wanted to just browse the psychology section. I…
Damned Words 9
Originally posted on Pen of the Damned:
Time Jon Olson How long has it been? No way to keep track. Not in here; not in this crypt. I’m sure the humans know. Once, they were prey; I was the hunter, too powerful for defeat. How long since they dug this pit and threw me in?…
Damned Words 8
Originally posted on Pen of the Damned:
Nothing Lives Jon Olson Reflections in windows tease and haunt, showing what was, and what is no longer. Do not look at the glass! Damn, too late. Reflected before me is a tree. Its trunk, branches, and leaves, all on display. I want it to be real. I…
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