RE: Member Photos
March 13, 2013 at 12:56 pm
(This post was last modified: March 13, 2013 at 12:59 pm by thesummerqueen.)
I visited a friend in New Mexico last spring - in April, actually. Jesus I can't believe it's been about a year already. Anyway, he does a lot of skeptical investigations and has "connections" so we were able to stay at a couple nice "haunted" places and do interviews and such to be written up. One of them was also a place he had done consumer investigations on - a hot spring with pools of different mineral waters. The water was hot...the weather...surprisingly chilly! I wore pants (outside of the pools) the whole time! Lost the jacket by mid-day, but definitely needed it at night.
Anyway, it was a beautiful visit and a beautiful place, though I can't say if Arizona is entirely the same scenery. Creeped me out because there was so much SKY. Here, the land in the piedmont is rolling, and hilly, and any further west just gets more and more so as you approach the Blue Ridge, and there are trees EVERYWHERE. Life always seems to be bursting at the seams of civilization here, especially in spring and summer, and you get the feeling in some of the more dilapidated parts of town that in two or three years, an abandoned building could almost disappear from view...swallowed by the vegetation. In New Mexico, it was just the opposite. I could understand why there'd be ghost stories there, as things simply got grayer, and drier, until eventually they might flake away...until then they looked like ghosts themselves. I took pictures of the few trees - the cottonwoods and the junipers I think. The only thing binding in the horizon were the mountain formations.
I do remember that one former member, Epimethean, he told me that in Arizona when it rains, the land sounds almost like it's moaning as everything wets down.
And it was so deadly quiet. We got off the highway a couple times to walk in the some of the hill formations, and it was disconcerting. Here, in the quieter parts of the city or out in the country, there is always a noise - a rustling and clacking in winter of dried leaves and bare stems...and in summer a constant swishing resonance like the sea as the wind goes through all the trees. But there... nothing but the sound of our footsteps.
Anyway, it was a beautiful visit and a beautiful place, though I can't say if Arizona is entirely the same scenery. Creeped me out because there was so much SKY. Here, the land in the piedmont is rolling, and hilly, and any further west just gets more and more so as you approach the Blue Ridge, and there are trees EVERYWHERE. Life always seems to be bursting at the seams of civilization here, especially in spring and summer, and you get the feeling in some of the more dilapidated parts of town that in two or three years, an abandoned building could almost disappear from view...swallowed by the vegetation. In New Mexico, it was just the opposite. I could understand why there'd be ghost stories there, as things simply got grayer, and drier, until eventually they might flake away...until then they looked like ghosts themselves. I took pictures of the few trees - the cottonwoods and the junipers I think. The only thing binding in the horizon were the mountain formations.
I do remember that one former member, Epimethean, he told me that in Arizona when it rains, the land sounds almost like it's moaning as everything wets down.
And it was so deadly quiet. We got off the highway a couple times to walk in the some of the hill formations, and it was disconcerting. Here, in the quieter parts of the city or out in the country, there is always a noise - a rustling and clacking in winter of dried leaves and bare stems...and in summer a constant swishing resonance like the sea as the wind goes through all the trees. But there... nothing but the sound of our footsteps.