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.

Still.

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.

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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.

Photo A.M. Moscoso

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.
amm

Gallows Humor

Wild Life

Photo A.M. Moscoso

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.

amm