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Ghosts and the Union

I’ve always been obsessed with ghost stories. I still get excited at the prospect of hearing a new one, and if it’s someone’s personal┬ástory it is guaranteed I will be listening to every word.

There were always rumors the Memorial Union at Indiana University was haunted. Classmates would tell of a little boy, somewhat transparent, showing up in their pictures. Or weird noises. Or mysterious pathways (some of which I explored myself).

I never caught a real ghost on film. But that didn’t mean I didn’t try. And when I still caught no ghosts, I made┬áthem. Ahhh the early days of photography and double exposures/slow shutter speeds.

This was the stairway where the ghost of the boy was said to appear. Not for me.

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Fridays are my “post old photos and hopefully do so in a coherent manner” day. You’re welcome (for not overindulging myself and posting some every day).

Flashback Friday

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Reservoir Days

Prints from slides are expensive. At one point in my life I knew this and chose against having prints made from the rolls of slide film I shot during the first two weeks of my color photo class in college. Slides do not fit through my scanner, however, which put me in the situation where I would either just have these slides forever or have to pay to turn them into prints or digital copies. And then I once more forgot slides were expensive until I went to pick them up (however not as expensive as dry cleaning–I’d recommend not doing a year’s worth at once).

$56 later I had in hand prints from three archival book sheets of slides I deemed worthy of printing out. Yuck.

Thank God I did not print them all.

Sadly, these look so much better as slides. And the wearing of my scanner (I guess my usage is heavier than most) doesn’t do much for them either . . .

I shot these in college during a bright, early September day down by the reservoir and the woods surrounding it. It was one of the first times I met Andrew and the first time doing a photo project with Adria living in the same town. I remember how my photo instructor had just “lectured” on the golden hour the week before and it was the first time I experienced that time with that knowledge.

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I recently had an “A ha!” moment when it comes to my backlog/archive of photos (aka my photo hoarding). Starting today, Fridays will be my “post old photos and hopefully do so in a coherent manner” day. You’re welcome (for not overindulging myself and posting some every day).

Flashback Friday

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