Where The Sun Fell

Photo A.M. Moscoso

What is it about the dark that brings out the Devil in us? What is it about the dark that gives flesh and bone to the things that make us afraid?

Or in my case, what is it about the dark that makes me feel like I’ve grown wings and I can fly?

In the last few days I went out to look for a little of that darkness, I went out and learned some great ghost stories- and of course on the night I went out to learn the stories it was dark and a very light rain was falling.


I found a place where it was dark and the Sunlight and all of the fences that each little beam brings with it is not allowed in.

So in this place I visited it is always dark, there are many secrets to be learned.

I will share one with you-

when you go to these places you always leave a little of yourself there- until, I believe all of you is there.

At least, that’s what I hope.


Photo A.M. Moscoso

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Photographed At

The Royal BC Museum, Victoria BC

Daily Prompt: BLACK


Tis Some Visitor

My Further Adventures In My Weekend Ghost Hunting Expedition:
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore—
    While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
“’Tis some visitor,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door—
            Only this and nothing more.”
It didn’t tap at my door at midnight
it tapped at my window
and I wasn’t reading ( I was writing).
Still it was insistent , it tapped at my window until I looked up and saw her.
 I took her picture.
She tapped again.
Curious, I opened the window and fed her a little snack.
I am not Poe, my bird was not a Raven, she was a Gull.

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Not exactly the stuff that nightmares are made of, but the best humor is gallows humor so this counts as one of  my Ghost Hunting weekend ‘find’s.

Gallows Humor

Wild Life

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Photo A.M. Moscoso

Photo A.M. Moscoso

This weekend I decided to go looking for ghosts.

It’s been dark and cold and sometimes when I wake up in the middle of the night my dog and cat are sitting next to my bed, watching me sleep.

It’s ghost hunting season.

So this afternoon I made my way to Victoria BC and when the Sunset I went outside and realized:

Maybe what I should be looking for are the things that haunt us.

That’s how I ended up with these pictures- little bits of reality wearing false faces but looking back at me with very real expressions and quiet expectations.

Expecting what?

I’m not sure.

That is the thought that will haunt me tonight.




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You can dance with someone you love, 

or at the end of a rope

You can dance with the Devil

with the truth

or all alone

in the dark 

to your favorite song.


I used to dance

with abandon

what a dance we had

I used to dance with abandon

my favorite partner

the best lover 

the best friend

I have had.

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Daily Post Challenge: Dancing

Just A Peek

This weeks photo Challenge at WordPress is called “Peek”

These pictures are a little peek at the stories I’m working on.

I think they’re a bit haunting, which is a good thing if you’re me.



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What Remains

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I was leaving work one day, rushing to catch the train because my knee was acting up ( paying me back for all of those times I used it to brace my falls out of trees, those times I threw the weight of the world on it when I was riding dirt bikes and motorcycles) when I had to slow down.

In fact I had to come to a dead stop. So I took a moment to look down from the stairs to the tracks behind my work when I saw a little clutch of men in uniforms- some were law enforcement, others I suppose work for the railroad.

A few late arrivals to the little group trotted up to them and then walked- briskly but a lot more slowly then I would have thought people in a hurry normally moved.

It was hard to see what they were all so interested in.

I had a feeling that whatever they were doing they were keeping a distance from what brought them there.

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I had a train to catch, plus that was the day before my vacation started so after snapping a few pictures that I wanted to send to my friends at work with jokes about Seattle Parking Enforcement and how they really ARE that aggressive about their jobs – I was down the stairs to the tracks and my train.

I forgot all about the pictures on my camera until I got back to work a week later.

That’s when I found out that someone had been hit by a train and behind that cement post was where they were.

In a light hearted moment, I had captured death.

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The faces of the people working there that day are faint, the person who WAS can’t be seen at all. If you want to know the truth, a lot of people have met their end in that spot or very close to it.

All of those moments, the pictures the memories will fade over time.

But I’m down here every single day and something is here, I can feel it.

It’s always dark and it’s always there- you can see it when your eyes are closed.

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Inspirped by The Daily Prompt:




The Christmas Tree Tiara of Shame


I spent six dollars on the Christmas Tree Tiara that my dog wore for 2 seconds.


We took a half dozen pictures and only 2 didn’t look a dark brown apparition was trying to leap out of the picture to freedom and beyond.

Right after the camera clicked for what would be the final shot, Hamish tossed is head back, the Tiara flew up into the air he caught it and then he tried to eat it.

As I pried the sparkly Tiara from his jaws I became determined in that moment when it felt like Hamish hocked up a quart of spit all over my hand to make sure

THE CHRISTMAS TREE TIARA OF SHAME is used over and over and over again.

Why? Because I am like that…so here it is…the beginning of the many adventures of

The Christmas Tree Tiara of Shame.


Here the Devilish Sparkler claims it’s first victim:

Hamish Macbeth


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Two days later The Christmas Tree Tiara of Shame claims it’s  second victim:

Micey The Cat

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I got it on Micey, he sat there, I took his picture and that night Micey barfed on my carpet.

I think that Micey won that one.

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The Season has yet to begin and the Christmas Tree Tiara of Shame has struck twice.