Weblog 88
October 14, 2007~ 1:45am
This entire weekend has been nothing but delving into EVP files, ghost pictures, personal stories of paranormal investigations, and every and any manner of Halloween-ish stuff, and I have to say I've had a ball! There's nothing like a big, full autumn moon (which we're past now- but we had a beauty last week- and it'll be coming around again)- wrapped up in the chill of a good ghost tale.
Just look at the moodiness of those filmy clouds scudding across the face of an October "werewolfy" howler. Ah.....nothin' like it. I dove right in and joined two forums this weekend just for folks with these interests, and looked at so many ghostcam sites my eyes are going crossed- (nope. found nuthin....lol)- but I have to say the creepiest pictures of all, and the most haunting for me, always have to do with children. Just look at this one-
There's something so lost about them. Adults or old folks may look mournful, showing up in the yard- or caught in a shot in a cemetery- but never so abjectly lost as these little ones, and this is a particularly clear picture. Sad and blue.
There's a lovely ghostcam of an old, old manor house in Wales called "Llancaiach Fawr Manor" where I found a surprising image of what appears to be a happy little girl reaching up into a large basket. Somehow, that wee one missed the sadness.
Under this posted 'capture' from the camera, is this comment by the poster- Lori: "I caught what looks like a little girl with curly dark hair reaching up towards the basket..."- And Lori, it seems there's not much different in the world she now inhabits, if there are prizes up where you can reach- to grab an apple or a sweet- or even for this toddler, smiles. Oh........I want that to be true. I want there to be a good place for all who transition out and into the afterlife- I want there to be a life after all- a fine place with pantries to be raided and small, barefeet slapping the floors, and laughter. Laughter and safety.
October 14, 2007~ 2:30pm
What is the search for 'ghosts' after all, but the clinging to the past. It's a longing deep within the bone to see through the veil and to look at yesterday as though it's today- and at least for me- to recapture a beauty I fear modern life has lost. I find so much of contemporary life to be too fast to cut deeply into the psyche with everything sleek and designed for its quick use and disposal and every vision of the world a slave to utilitarian goals-- what can we make use of, get in, get out of as swiftly as possible-- what designs suit this idea of life as a race to accomplishment and moving on?
So much of the gentility of the past lies in its attention to detail and a determinaton to create things of beauty that will be with us for a long time; I don't see that much anymore. It saddens me. There is not the time for the artist to craft a world that is as much longing and vision- as it is reality. So I wanted to interject here this lovely postcard of a bygone age-
-designed probably for a simple message such as, "Having a wonderful time in Venice~ eagerly awaiting to see you in the fall..."- the fall... my god they actually did things by seasons and not microseconds.
And because of that slower pace, there was time to savor and create. To mourn properly, to celebrate beauty by studying, and not just glimpsing as we do now, especially in this computer age.
I think my love of ghosts is partly that- a desire to have contact with the past itself. A wish to look a long, long time, unhurried: eyes full of Art Nouveau serifs and Deco embellishment from an age that gave men the time to carve the stone, to paint the gild, to study one another- properly.
October 16, 2007~ 5:30pm
From the chilling, to the sublime, to the giggly- in one fell swoop......this picture delights me
And it's the truth, isn't it? How many folks are gonna stick around a person who's gloomy and a doomsayer all the time? Not many. (That's why I have so few friends....) no, actually I've been known to chase people away with my enthusiasms-- but hell, there's nothin' I can do about that. They're like burps- pop out when you least expect them.
These two though-- what a pair! She looks a little nervous. Now perhaps he's being particularly manic in this instance, but this appears to be a row and seat she's sat in before. Maybe too many fart cushions and handbuzzers, sneezing-powder and Knock-Knock jokes. God, I love that couple! Got to. These kind are so fully there- and in big bold CAPITAL LETTERS....
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This entire weekend has been nothing but delving into EVP files, ghost pictures, personal stories of paranormal investigations, and every and any manner of Halloween-ish stuff, and I have to say I've had a ball! There's nothing like a big, full autumn moon (which we're past now- but we had a beauty last week- and it'll be coming around again)- wrapped up in the chill of a good ghost tale.
Just look at the moodiness of those filmy clouds scudding across the face of an October "werewolfy" howler. Ah.....nothin' like it. I dove right in and joined two forums this weekend just for folks with these interests, and looked at so many ghostcam sites my eyes are going crossed- (nope. found nuthin....lol)- but I have to say the creepiest pictures of all, and the most haunting for me, always have to do with children. Just look at this one-
There's something so lost about them. Adults or old folks may look mournful, showing up in the yard- or caught in a shot in a cemetery- but never so abjectly lost as these little ones, and this is a particularly clear picture. Sad and blue.
There's a lovely ghostcam of an old, old manor house in Wales called "Llancaiach Fawr Manor" where I found a surprising image of what appears to be a happy little girl reaching up into a large basket. Somehow, that wee one missed the sadness.
Under this posted 'capture' from the camera, is this comment by the poster- Lori: "I caught what looks like a little girl with curly dark hair reaching up towards the basket..."- And Lori, it seems there's not much different in the world she now inhabits, if there are prizes up where you can reach- to grab an apple or a sweet- or even for this toddler, smiles. Oh........I want that to be true. I want there to be a good place for all who transition out and into the afterlife- I want there to be a life after all- a fine place with pantries to be raided and small, barefeet slapping the floors, and laughter. Laughter and safety.
October 14, 2007~ 2:30pm
What is the search for 'ghosts' after all, but the clinging to the past. It's a longing deep within the bone to see through the veil and to look at yesterday as though it's today- and at least for me- to recapture a beauty I fear modern life has lost. I find so much of contemporary life to be too fast to cut deeply into the psyche with everything sleek and designed for its quick use and disposal and every vision of the world a slave to utilitarian goals-- what can we make use of, get in, get out of as swiftly as possible-- what designs suit this idea of life as a race to accomplishment and moving on?
So much of the gentility of the past lies in its attention to detail and a determinaton to create things of beauty that will be with us for a long time; I don't see that much anymore. It saddens me. There is not the time for the artist to craft a world that is as much longing and vision- as it is reality. So I wanted to interject here this lovely postcard of a bygone age-
-designed probably for a simple message such as, "Having a wonderful time in Venice~ eagerly awaiting to see you in the fall..."- the fall... my god they actually did things by seasons and not microseconds.
And because of that slower pace, there was time to savor and create. To mourn properly, to celebrate beauty by studying, and not just glimpsing as we do now, especially in this computer age.
I think my love of ghosts is partly that- a desire to have contact with the past itself. A wish to look a long, long time, unhurried: eyes full of Art Nouveau serifs and Deco embellishment from an age that gave men the time to carve the stone, to paint the gild, to study one another- properly.
October 16, 2007~ 5:30pm
From the chilling, to the sublime, to the giggly- in one fell swoop......this picture delights me
And it's the truth, isn't it? How many folks are gonna stick around a person who's gloomy and a doomsayer all the time? Not many. (That's why I have so few friends....) no, actually I've been known to chase people away with my enthusiasms-- but hell, there's nothin' I can do about that. They're like burps- pop out when you least expect them.
These two though-- what a pair! She looks a little nervous. Now perhaps he's being particularly manic in this instance, but this appears to be a row and seat she's sat in before. Maybe too many fart cushions and handbuzzers, sneezing-powder and Knock-Knock jokes. God, I love that couple! Got to. These kind are so fully there- and in big bold CAPITAL LETTERS....
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