tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526370542706156152024-03-05T23:43:11.667-06:00Phantasmagoria Photo BlogPhotographer, writer and traveler exploring historic haunted places and macabre curiosities.Phantasmagoria Photographyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10694398522663463001noreply@blogger.comBlogger62125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-452637054270615615.post-81199723058668622622017-11-18T21:27:00.000-06:002017-11-18T21:31:26.871-06:00Cemetery of Shadows and Light<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Cemeteries have long fascinated us and have often been a source of fear for the living. Since before recorded history mankind has always buried their dead, or given some sort of funeral rights to honor or make the deceased’s journey into the afterlife a pleasant one. The Victorians designed their cemeteries as parks for picnics and strolls with loved ones among the picturesque ponds, weeping willows, headstones, and mausoleums. But for criminals, undesirables, the insane, and suicides their burials were treated with less respect. They were often buried in a field far away from the main interments and in unmarked graves or with a small headstone with just a number as the only means of identification. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">One Midwest cemetery that has been a source of countless ghost stories is Greenwood Cemetery in Decatur, Illinois. The cemetery was officially incorporated in 1857 but burials go much further back. Through the years the cemetery has been neglected, from over grown grass and weeds to the inferior construction of the mausoleum that continually leaked. Grave robbing was also a constant problem. Years ago, flooding from the nearby river had washed away part of the cemetery and several coffins were swept away in the turbulent waters. Some of the bodies were recovered but identification was impossible, so the bodies were buried in a mass grave. Dark misty figures and ghost lights can be seen floating in the area where the coffins originally resided.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">The mausoleum has been a source for much of the strange activity. Anguished screams were heard coming from the structure and ghost lights have been seen dancing around the mausoleum during the time it was still standing. The building was finally torn down in the late '60s. The area is still known for its sounds of faint screams and sightings of strange lights with no explainable source.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Two notorious legends of the cemetery have frightened many visitors over the years. One is concerning the Greenwood Bride that has been sighted as a white figure wondering among the headstones looking for her fiancé who was murdered before they were to be married. The grief-stricken woman’s identity remains a mystery but it's thought she drowned herself after finding out he was murdered from a shady business deal that went horribly wrong.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">The other legend--and the most horrific--takes place during the height of the Civil War when the Union Army was advancing into the south. Captured Confederate soldiers were transported by train to POW camps. One train carrying dying Confederate prisoners stricken with yellow fever passed close to the cemetery. The dead prisoners were unloaded and buried in a hastily dug mass grave. Some of the prisoners are believed to have been still alive when they were covered over with soil. Strange uneasy feelings have been felt in the area of the cemetery dedicated to those who fought in the bloody Civil War. Apparitions of Confederate prisoners have been seen and appeared as a living person that seems disoriented and confused to where they are and how to get home.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">The reason why cemeteries become haunted remains elusive but some of those that investigate paranormal activity feel that maybe the soul or spirit still retains a strong attachment to its body refusing to pass on, or is confused and upset with how its remains have been treated.</span></div>
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Phantasmagoria Photographyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10694398522663463001noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-452637054270615615.post-66607639035229869072017-10-23T21:08:00.000-05:002017-10-23T21:09:17.085-05:00The mysterious James John Eldred House<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">One Illinois family that had seen such tragedy was that of James John Eldred. The house he built and lived in rests among the trees and tall grass of western Illinois north of St. Louis. Built in 1861 for his wife and four children, Eldred built the limestone house in the Greek Revival style with touches of the Italianate style. Eldred made his money farming his land and raising livestock, and was well known for the social parties he often hosted in his elegant home.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">The years the Eldred family spent at the house were often filled with hardship and tragedy. The agricultural life was unpredictable, difficult, and constantly left his finances strained. The onset of the Civil War made things even worse for the family. Their three daughters started to get ill from tuberculosis and eventually died; Alma died at age 4 in 1861, Alice died at 17 of in 1870, and Eva died at 17 in 1876. Eldred’s son Ward survived and continued to help with the farm. James J. Eldred and his wife stayed in the home till his death in 1911.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Over the years the house changed ownership and was eventually purchased by a local famer and used for storage. The house currently is owned by the Illinois Valley Cultural Heritage Association and is used for living history events and ghost hunts. The profits are used to help restore the house.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Visitors to the house often report bizarre experiences, from the sounds of mysterious footsteps to strange rappings on the doors to faint conversations between a man and a woman when the house seems quiet; also poltergeist activity of rocks being tossed within the house has been experienced. Dark shadows have been seen darting throughout the house, giggles of a little girl have been heard and apparitions have been spotted in and on the grounds of the old house. Visitors have even been touched by ghostly hands, leaving a cold clammy feeling at the place of contact. The sighting of a ghost of a traveling salesmen that died on the property as been seen, but finding verification of the death has been elusive. Excavations around the house revealed bones from the grave of a Native American that was buried long before the house was built. Once the burial ground was disturbed a phantom of a Native American has been seen wandering among the trees of the property. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">With the expansion of America towards the west, migrating settlers often infringed on the ancient lands of the natives that have been occupying those places for centuries. The natives lived, worked and died in those lands and the oral history that they shared with each other was the only record of the places where their ancestors where buried. It’s not surprising when these lost graves are disturbed, that those who were buried there become restless and demonstrate to the living their loathing of the careless infringement. </span></span><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"></span> </span><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"></span> </div>
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Phantasmagoria Photographyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10694398522663463001noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-452637054270615615.post-43387536792129786002017-03-23T20:46:00.001-05:002017-03-23T20:46:52.743-05:00The Vengeful Pirate of Ham House<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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the settlement of the Midwest by transporting food, goods, livestock and
materials from Louisiana in the south to Minnesota in the north; thereby,
playing a major role in the expansion of the American frontier. Fortunes where
made using these major rivers, but many criminals also found ways to exploit
these early settlements, which lacked proper protection of civil
authorities and institutions. River pirates terrorized the two major rivers in
the Midwest; the Mississippi and the Ohio. During the eighteenth and
mid-nineteenth century river pirates, often robbed, captured or murdered river
travelers to gain access to cargo, slaves and or livestock, to be later sold
down river. Many river pirates where known to enter homes along rivers to steal
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Mansions built along these rivers often incorporated a
belvedere as a look out for marauding pirates. Home owners in smaller
communities often needed to be armed to keep their family and valuables safe
since these early establishments lacked proper law enforcement. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">One legend from this dangerous time is of Ham House, a large
stone mansion that sits on top of a bluff overlooking the turbulent waters of
the Mississippi River in Northern Iowa. The mansion became the setting for
love, loss, death, revenge, murder and where phantoms of the past refuse to
remain as history. Built by one of the earliest settlers of the area, Mathias
Ham used his fortune from lead mining, lumber, agriculture and his shipping
fleet to build his house in 1856 for his wife Margaret and their six children.
Ham became one of the most socially prominent families in Dubuque at the time.
The house was designed by architect John F. Rague who also designed other
well-known buildings in the Midwest from the original state capitol buildings
in Springfield, Illinois to the old
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Ham adored his three-story home and decorated it in the most
opulent way; from plaster rosettes and moldings, to ornate walnut staircases.
He furnished his home with Victorian furniture. Ham would often watch boat
traffic move along the Mississippi river from the belvedere perched at the
top of the house. However, one seemly normal day of river watching would change
the course of his family and leave their souls to haunt the beloved home
forever.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Ham spotted river pirates harassing his cargo ships. He
quickly contacted the authorities and the pirates were arrested. The pirates
knew Ham was reasonable for their capture and vowed to take revenge on him and
his family.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">That event seemed to be a turning point for the family.
During the next few years, Mathias Ham began to lose his fortune in several bad
real estate deals and from the financial crash of 1857. Mathias and Margaret
died within a few years of each another. By the 1890’s, most of the family died
off; leaving his last surviving daughter, Sarah, to inherit the house and what
was left of the remaining fortune. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Living alone in the empty mansion, Sarah began to have
problems with prowlers late at night. Speaking to her neighbors about this,
they suggested she put a light in her window to signal to them if she needed
help. A few nights later, Sarah was reading in her bedroom on the third floor
when she heard an intruder inside the house. Sarah locked her bedroom door, put
the lit lantern in the window, and grabbed a gun. As Sarah waited in silence,
straining to notice the slightest sound, she faintly began to hear footsteps
slowly creeping up the staircase and moving slowly along the creaking floor.
Footsteps shuffled in front of her bedroom door. Sarah nervously called out to
ask who was there, silence. She raised her gun and shot twice at the door.
Hearing the gunshots, the neighbors peered out toward Sarah’s house to see
the lantern glowing in the window. They rushed over to the house and up the
stairs to find her bedroom full of smoke, the scent of gunpowder hung heavy in
the air and Sarah still holding the gun and upset from the event tried to
explain what had happened. As they began to investigate what had happened,
Sarah and her neighbors saw among the splinters of wood that lay scattered on
the floor in front of the damaged bedroom door, a trail of blood was leading down
the stairs, out the front door, towards to the banks of the Mississippi. At the
end of the blood trail and laying in the thick mud of the river's edge
was the lifeless body of a river pirate, who had recently been released
from prison and returned to seek his revenge on Ham.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">As the years went on, Sarah found it more difficult to
maintain her home financially and was forced to sell the mansion in 1912 to the
city of Dubuque. Sarah died in 1921. The Dubuque County Historical Society
converted the mansion into a museum in 1964.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Over the years, the mansion has developed a reputation for
being haunted. Victors as well as employees at the museum have seen several
phantoms throughout the house and have experienced several unsettling events
that have been difficult to explain. The ghost of the vengeful pirate is said
to haunt the main staircase and third floor where he is still trying to seek
his revenge. From the belvedere, Mathias Ham can still be seen watching
the boats move along river. Hushed sounds of footsteps, whispered voices,
crying and faint screams have been heard throughout the house. Locked doors and
windows have been found wide open for no reason. Doors will open and close by
themselves. Lights flicker on and off and the nonfunctioning organ has been
heard playing on its own at night prompting workers to leave the house as soon
as possible when tour hours are over. Unusual cold spots have been felt.
Objects have been known to vanish and later reappear in a different location.
Ghost lights have been seen to drift throughout the house and have even been
spotted floating outside at night. Many museum workers and visitors have had
uncomfortable feelings of being watched. </span></div>
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remain at certain places and not others are not fully known. Many investigators
in the field of the paranormal often think when someone has a deep love for a
place or has experienced a traumatic event that has led to their death, a
spirit may remain earthbound; not realizing they have died or has unfinished
business. Those spirits can’t pass over till they come to terms of its previous
actions or their mortality. I find it ironic that the only true way to know how
the spirit realm works is when we pass through the thin vail of death and into
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Phantasmagoria Photographyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10694398522663463001noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-452637054270615615.post-74371368504596525482014-03-10T14:10:00.001-05:002014-03-10T14:10:14.449-05:00Illinois' Haunted Insane Asylum<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Located west of Peoria in the small town of Bartonville, the Illinois Asylum for the Incurable Insane was originally built in 1897 in the style of a medieval castle, but was never used. Legend says the building was constructed on top of an abandoned coal mine that compromised the integrity of the building. The official explanation that was given was that having a castle like structure didn't fit the modern sensibilities of treating the "insane," and they wanted to use a cottage like design instead of having one large building. The building was demolished and rebuilt, and by 1902, the Asylum reopened and began treatment of the "incurably insane" under the direction of Dr. George Zeller. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The last thing I saw was my alarm clock flashing 12:07 before she pushed her long rotting nails through my chest, her other hand muffling my screams. I sat bolt upright, relieved it was only a dream, but as I saw my alarm clock read 12:06, I heard my closet door creak open.<br /><span class="photo-desc"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><em>Jmperson</em></span></span></span></span></div>
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Under the rule of Claudius the Cruel, Rome was involved in many unpopular and bloody campaigns. The emperor had to maintain a strong army, but was having a difficult time getting soldiers to join his military leagues. Claudius believed that Roman men were unwilling to join the army because of their strong attachment to their wives and families.</div>
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To get rid of the problem, Claudius banned all marriages and engagements in Rome. Valentine, realizing the injustice of the decree, defied Claudius and continued to perform marriages for young lovers in secret.</div>
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When Valentine's actions were discovered, Claudius ordered that he be put to death. Valentine was arrested and dragged before the Prefect of Rome, who condemned him to be beaten to death with clubs and to have his head cut off. The sentence was carried out on February 14, on or about the year 270.</div>
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Legend also has it that while in jail, St. Valentine left a farewell note for the jailer's daughter, who had become his friend, and signed it "From Your Valentine."</div>
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Phantasmagoria Photographyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10694398522663463001noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-452637054270615615.post-15765032855571594572013-10-22T09:20:00.001-05:002013-10-22T09:20:35.075-05:00My Favorite Halloween Movies<span style="font-family: '.Helvetica NeueUI'; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0976563); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(191, 107, 82, 0.496094); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; ">My standard movie watch list during The months of September and October.</span><div style="font-family: '.Helvetica NeueUI'; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0976563); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(191, 107, 82, 0.496094); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; "><br></div><div style="font-family: '.Helvetica NeueUI'; font-size: 18px; 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The weather was cool and partly cloudy and traffic was fairly decent. During my ride home it gave me a chance to reflect over the past week. <div><br></div><div>Yesterday I shot the last two locations for this small trip. Originally there was three but one didn't work out the way I hoped. Both where cemeteries and both where named Oak Hill Cemetery but in two different cities. Thankfully they weren't to far apart. </div><div><br></div><div>During my shooting I realized the way I shoot is different from my days as a newspaper photographer. The way I shot assignments was, I allowed the event to dictate how I photographed it. But with my project I have a general idea how it should look and I try to capture every angle I can that will fit that idea. With the way I photograph for my project I'm free to capture everything I feel and anything that catches my eye. It's a very free and relaxing way to do my job. </div><div><br></div><div>By the afternoon most of my shooting was completed and this allowed me some down time to spend time with old friends and edit some photos. </div><div><br></div><div>This trip has <span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">reinspired</span> me and renewed my desire to shoot more often. I'm hoping in the next few months I plan on a few day trips to add more stories and photos to my archives. </div><div><br></div><div>One piece of advice that has always stuck with me is if you want to make art they you must make the time for it. It's easy to say I want to write that novel but it won't get made till you stop making excuses and just sit down and do it.</div>Phantasmagoria Photographyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10694398522663463001noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-452637054270615615.post-66630601517562538782013-07-26T23:06:00.001-05:002013-07-26T23:06:07.875-05:00Haunted Iowa Road Trip: Part 2<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfjyYVIwAhthZbbBt3kZOm_2L91WJfmq9GmIKG-e9i7TYBcFfMZYjO7HLCO27dfqRUc7bmD6MYo49y0L3lG6J32paBpL3H3Ly4DhVGCAgzuTa1_JDGL6fsd2KNS3vtl9e6MCyrM-GJK20/s640/blogger-image--408820277.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br><font color="#000000"> </font><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfjyYVIwAhthZbbBt3kZOm_2L91WJfmq9GmIKG-e9i7TYBcFfMZYjO7HLCO27dfqRUc7bmD6MYo49y0L3lG6J32paBpL3H3Ly4DhVGCAgzuTa1_JDGL6fsd2KNS3vtl9e6MCyrM-GJK20/s640/blogger-image--408820277.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Today I traveled to Des M<span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">oines to shoot photos of the stunning Terrace Hall. This house is gorgeous! </span><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); ">The </span><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; ">Second Empire architecture defiantly gives it a presence and what many may consider a classic haunted house look. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; "><br></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; ">This house was my first stop but I was frustrated by the lack of clouds during that time of day and to may people moving around. After I got some images I went and shot my second house, looked through a large cemetery and then grabbed lunch. While looking for a place to eat I noticed the clouds began to move in so I decided to return and shoot some more images. I'm glad I did because the images where much better and no people around.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; "><br></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; ">The hardest part about doing this project is figuring out what the best time is to shoot these places. During season of operation or off season, morning or afternoon, spring, summer or fall. It can be very frustrating when you look forward to shooting a place and to learn that it's under construction when you get there.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div>Phantasmagoria Photographyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10694398522663463001noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-452637054270615615.post-89834781870541573952013-07-25T15:30:00.001-05:002013-07-25T15:30:24.881-05:00Haunted Iowa: Part 1<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAakikkzPf-rHx1oKdLwNRZn3vT7x7QTUVaxXmkSZEj33xerGh8txhJBdt9ApHubAEIMZfQv8MKmwbVG6ZzLxEJ6_5ADcl6SeQZducL83oSOEF3cdRpZTddL7imWviWPKgb1mDlbnOOS8/s640/blogger-image-1906852739.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAakikkzPf-rHx1oKdLwNRZn3vT7x7QTUVaxXmkSZEj33xerGh8txhJBdt9ApHubAEIMZfQv8MKmwbVG6ZzLxEJ6_5ADcl6SeQZducL83oSOEF3cdRpZTddL7imWviWPKgb1mDlbnOOS8/s640/blogger-image-1906852739.jpg"></a></div><div><br></div>"Is the Heaven?" "No it's Iowa" what a thrill to be on the road again and shooting. It's been a long day and I just stopped for the first meal of the day. I have another two hour drive ahead of me to the hotel. <div><br></div><div>I've been taking the back roads and have see some wonderful country. Iowa is hiller in the north east then was expecting. </div><div><br></div><div>He are some images I've taken so far along my trip. These images are more work prints or experimental at best. When I get home and have time to edit I will post each place I've visited accompanied with the story. </div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXdcwtosxhHTl2jc3tCQ-Op6Luy7j0tPZ-bQPcvSULgdbiYjgyObTgIjdd4QW67VHHM0CGnC2JUzxmDlrkNc3WSuZWbhsz8gntFAQOXhhBS9XXu5eTvVb-lMNgPaJ_s1giWVNG0Hh09UY/s640/blogger-image-347918712.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXdcwtosxhHTl2jc3tCQ-Op6Luy7j0tPZ-bQPcvSULgdbiYjgyObTgIjdd4QW67VHHM0CGnC2JUzxmDlrkNc3WSuZWbhsz8gntFAQOXhhBS9XXu5eTvVb-lMNgPaJ_s1giWVNG0Hh09UY/s640/blogger-image-347918712.jpg"></a></div><br></div>Phantasmagoria Photographyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10694398522663463001noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-452637054270615615.post-79999963264288172902013-07-22T19:37:00.001-05:002013-07-22T19:37:34.800-05:00Hello Darkness My Old Friend<p align="justify">It’s wonderful to know in a few days I will be on my way to let my dark side run rampant and photograph some more haunted places. The state I chose was Iowa. It has some wonderful mansions and cemeteries and I’m also looking forward to catching up with some friends while I’m down there. I will be spending four days traveling to as many different locations as I can. The weather should be in my favor with high 70s-low 80s. Maybe a storm or two! </p> <p align="justify">This will be the first major trip I’ve taken for this project in a few years. I’m looking forward to visiting these places with a renewed sense love and determination. Allowing very little distractions and leaving the stress behind me I want to concentrate on my subjects with the camera and allow myself to be immersed in the atmosphere of the place. Taking in the sights, sounds, feel and smell of each place. </p> <p align="justify">During my journey which begins this Wednesday (July 24th) I will blog as often as I can posting photos and and info as I go. Thanks for the visit.</p> <p align="justify">To be continued…</p> Phantasmagoria Photographyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10694398522663463001noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-452637054270615615.post-55513118885348886682013-07-09T20:21:00.001-05:002013-07-09T20:27:28.345-05:00Conquering Cancer and Life’s other Snares<div align="justify">
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Needless to say the past two years have been a personal Hell for me. Last year I went through a divorce which left me depressed, near homeless, I lost a ton of weight, I lost my day job, I had to adjust to life as a single dad and I had a few financial issues as well. At the beginning of this year I was sick for about two months with a stubborn sinus infection and daily migraines. During treatment for that they discovered I have Kidney cancer and I went in for surgery for that about a month ago. After a seven hour surgery they got all the cancer and I’ve healed nicely and I’m ready to do what I love to do most which is explore.</div>
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At the end of this month I plan exploring some haunted mansions and cemeteries. This trip is much needed and I’m also looking forward to seeing some friends I haven’t seen in a very long time. This is the biggest trip I’ve taken in two years for my project. It feels so wonderful to plan and prepare for this trip. I have a few new ways of shooting I want to try. So, during my trip which will be between July 24<sup>th</sup>-28<sup>th</sup>. I plan on posting to my blog. The posts will also automatically appear on my Facebook page. </div>
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I’ve felt so guilty for not posting more and shooting more places but you take what life gives you and you roll with the punches. A good friend of mine told me once that “you must always have something to look forward to” and that is so right. It feels great to look forward to this trip and I’m thankfully I’m still here to continue my work. </div>
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For months I’ve been having a bad case of cabin fever. I’ve wanted desperately to get out and shoot some pictures. Since the winter weather has released its icy grip from my home allowing the snow to retreat to make way for the spring growth. I decided to shoot an abandoned building a friend of mine told me about.</div>
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I’ve been planning on doing a much more extended trip to a few haunted places this year but due to some medical issues I’ve had recently the date when I take my trip will be dependent on my recovery in the next few months. When I do make the trip I will defiantly blog about. Till then I hope you enjoy my recent photos.</div>
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The type of food we make or eat, the gifts we give or receive they way we decorate our homes. Many of the general traditions we observe come from the Victorian era, the Christmas tree, stockings, ornaments, fruitcake and a long list of other traditions. But one I’ve noticed that hasn't been kept is the telling or ghost stories. I began to wonder why and started to think of the reasons why they did in the first place and why don’t we now.</font></p> <p align="justify"><font face="Arial">I then came across this story that sort of explains a bit of what I was thinking. </font></p> <p align="justify"><font face="Arial">------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------</font></p> <p align="left"><font face="Arial">While reading a list of all the modern Christmas traditions that were either borrowed from pagan winter festivals or invented by the English during the mid-19th century, it's remarkable to see how little Christmas has changed over the past 160 years.</font></p> <p align="justify"><font face="Arial">People still send Christmas cards, decorate evergreen trees, go door-to-door caroling and stuff stockings with candy. Christmas, at least as most Americans celebrate it, really is a product of Victorian England.</font></p> <p align="justify"><font face="Arial">In the last few decades, though, perhaps one of the most interesting Victorian Christmas traditions has been almost completely lost from memory.</font></p> <p align="justify"><font face="Arial">“Whenever five or six English-speaking people meet round a fire on Christmas Eve, they start telling each other ghost stories,” wrote British humorist Jerome K. Jerome as part of his introduction to an anthology of Christmas ghost stories titled “Told After Supper“ in 1891. “Nothing satisfies us on Christmas Eve but to hear each other tell authentic anecdotes about specters.”</font></p> <p align="justify"><font face="Arial">The practice of gathering around the fire on Christmas Eve to tell ghost stories was as much a part of Christmas for the Victorian English as Santa Claus is for us.</font></p> <p align="justify"><font face="Arial">Traces of this now-forgotten tradition occasionally appear in noticeable places at Christmastime, although their significance is generally overlooked.</font></p> <p align="justify"><font face="Arial">One verse of Andy Williams’ classic Christmas song “It’s the Most Wonderful Time of the Year,” for instance, clearly says, “There’ll be scary ghost stories and tales of the glories of Christmases long, long ago.”</font></p> <p align="justify"><font face="Arial">The most obvious example of how Victorian ghost stories have persisted to some degree in modern Christmas celebrations, however, is of course Charles Dickens’ own “ghostly little story” (as he calls it in the introduction) “A Christmas Carol.”</font></p> <p align="justify"><font face="Arial">Some argue that Dickens’ Christmas ghost story single-handedly saved the winter holiday from dying out during the Industrial Revolution. At a time when England was no longer celebrating Christmas, Dickens reintroduced many centuries-old traditions with his instant holiday classic. It has become so much a part of Christmas in its various film adaptations and theatrical versions that people don't even wonder why Dickens chose, of all things, four spectral visitors to bring about Ebenezer Scrooge’s transformation from miserly curmudgeon to selfless philanthropist.</font></p> <p align="justify"><font face="Arial">Isn’t there something inherently unseasonal about ghosts? Don’t ghosts belong with all the ghouls and goblins of Halloween? Not so for Victorian England.</font></p> <p align="justify"><font face="Arial">“There must be something ghostly in the air of Christmas — something about the close, muggy atmosphere that draws up the ghosts, like the dampness of the summer rains brings out the frogs and snails… For ghost stories to be told on any other evening than the evening of the twenty-fourth of December would be impossible in English society as at present regulated,” Jerome wrote.</font></p> <p align="justify"><font face="Arial">He continues, “So what is it about Christmas that goes so well with ghosts? Such a question inevitably brings up the issue of why we celebrate Christmas in December at all.”</font></p> <p align="justify"><font face="Arial">As Lord Protector of England during the mid-17th century, Puritan leader Oliver Cromwell was perhaps not entirely without justification when he tried to abolish the celebration of Christmas. As he argued, nowhere in the Bible does it tell Christians to celebrate Christ’s birth on the 25th of December. Nor, in fact, does it mention any “holy day” other than the Lord’s Sabbath.</font></p> <p align="justify"><font face="Arial">On top of that, the 25th of December was not an arbitrary choice for early Christians. Rather, it was selected because of its connection with pagan festivals like Yule and Sol Invictus (the birthday of the Unconquered Sun), both of which commemorated the winter solstice or the longest night of the year.</font></p> <p align="justify"><font face="Arial">These festivals celebrated the death of light and its subsequent rebirth the following day. It was for the obvious symbolic connotations that early Christians adopted dates significant to pagan Romans and Northern Europeans.</font></p> <p align="justify"><font face="Arial">In addition to being the longest night of the year, however, winter solstice was also traditionally held to be the most haunted due to its association with the death of the sun and light. It was the one night of the year when the barrier between the worlds of the living and the deceased was thinnest. On Christmas Eve, ghosts could walk the earth and finish unsettled business, as exemplified by the apparition of Marley in Charles Dickens' Christmas masterpiece.</font></p> <p align="justify"><font face="Arial">In short, the Victorian Christmas celebration, which drew heavily on pagan symbols like yule logs, holly berries and Father Christmas himself, also embraced the winter holiday’s associations with the supernatural to create one of its most popular annual traditions.</font></p> <p align="justify"><font face="Arial">Unfortunately, of all the traditions and rituals that have survived through the generations, the Victorian custom of recounting blood-curdling ghost stories with friends and family around the fire on Christmas Eve has been almost completely forgotten.</font></p> <p align="justify"><font face="Arial">So if you decide to watch "The Others" or "The Sixth Sense" this Christmas Eve instead of “How the Grinch Stole Christmas!” or “Elf," you'll be keeping alive a Victorian Christmas Eve tradition.</font></p> <p align="left">By Jeffrey Peterson</p> <p align="left">For the Deseret News</p> <p align="justify"><font face="Arial">------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------</font></p> <p align="justify"><font face="Arial">The Victorians where very aware of their mortality they loved Spiritualism and often conducted séances or searched out mediums in hopes of communicating with the dead.  They honored loved ones recently past by photographing them and taking clips of their hair to produce hair woven lockets, bracelets and necklaces. It would seem fitting to tell a ghost story or two during the bleak month of December. </font></p> <p align="justify"><font face="Arial">Todays sensibilities we focus more on getting the right gift, spending time with friends and family, food, shopping, church, decorating and trying to recapture the love and magic of Christmas from our youth. We no longer have time to dwell thinking about the supernatural. Ghost stories are a much apart of the season as in any other time of the year. They are perfect for the season because what a better way to demonstrate the moral tale then through a ghost story.</font></p> Phantasmagoria Photographyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10694398522663463001noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-452637054270615615.post-14678287067176145962012-11-16T22:41:00.001-06:002012-11-16T22:41:30.210-06:00Creative Spaces and Far Away Places<p align="justify"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQM6Es8ZdApu0VJfDvERUzkS9KX3aT0Bmd5JQNZJxMxbyV9Xcz7jLalapDVKrGA_C-8Z2l3lr3dP7B3jFyrhaCSAuX5GFSTjeuRtg2Nt3f6hBnNjLec_MWrZGyodOmK90j57uQgj4t_vI/s1600-h/Collection%25255B4%25255D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="Collection" border="0" alt="Collection" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN8d-WTg6yoLYwL1h6TpYaUO-Dnp-K9yRoD-eZ5nAre8rThj_KHfxM-6nN0YvGW_4yan26mqNvi25oFHN5UB0bh75QrTo40hQ1eefv5a5pFSeVDPw6ScxF2BF9LHLoA8B_6uZjqGjTFUg/?imgmax=800" width="393" height="406" /></a></p> <p align="justify"></p> <p align="justify">There is something wonderful about having a creative place of your own. A place to daydream, a place to get your hands dirty, to think, a place to pursue the most  strange and bizarre ideas and a place to fall into the depths of your own thoughts and feelings, a place to allow your creative spirit to run free.</p> <p align="justify">For me I’ve always needed such a place. A creative place to surround myself with things I love and give me inspiration to allow my dark side run uninhibited. I’ve always had a fascination with things of horror and macabre. This past year I began adding to my collection new items like a hypnosis machine, gas mask, vintage embalming bottles, Ouija Boards and a framed movie poster of the 1928 silent film “The Haunted House”.</p> <p align="justify">Strangely enough these items have given me much needed distraction from such a very troubled year. This year has been a roller-coaster of emotions and experiences. As I look back I’ve noticed I’ve shot very little in the way of photography but I have remained busy exploring other projects and talents.</p> <p align="justify">As this year winds down I’m making new plans for 2013 and I’m excited for what the future holds. Conventions, travel and new explorations of haunted places are just some of the items on the calendar. </p> <p align="justify">This weekend I traveled to my hometown in Illinois for a funeral of a family member. Despite the bad circumstance for me leaving my home I was glad to venture past the borders of Wisconsin for the first time this year to see family and have dinner with a good friend. As I was driving I realized how much I’ve missed traveling and experiencing new things. Plus eating at places that are not available at home. I also remembered some of the “rules” I set for myself when I travel. They are not much but they add to the excitement and experience of what Traveling is all about. </p> <p align="justify">(1) If I see something interesting along the side of the road, I take the time to stop and check it out. I’ve met and seen some of the most interesting things and people doing this.</p> <p align="justify">(2) I NEVER eat at a restaurant that’s available in the town you live in. Part of traveling is the new experience. Eat somewhere that is normally not available to you. It keeps the trip fresh and exciting.</p> <p align="justify">(3) I NEVER watch TV or the news during traveling (except for weather reports). The idea is to unplug a bit from the negativity and reality of life. I do plenty of TV watching at home I don’t need to spend allot of money on hotels, gas, airplane tickets and meals to go far away from home just to sit in a hotel to watch TV. To kill down time I like to sit in cafes, visit local book and antique stores, blog, read, write in my travel journal or just walk around the town or city taking pictures.</p> <p align="justify">(4) I Travel light. I Don’t bog myself down with a ton of bags. When I travel I carry two bags my camera bag and travel bag. ALL the clothes I carry for a week is in one carry-on bag. If at all possible I never check a bag because I believe a checked bag is a lost bag. Traveling is stressful enough and I don’t need the added burden of locating a missing bag and being SOL with no clothes or personal items. I walked up the side of a mountain in Germany to my hotel carrying a backpack full of camera equipment and a travel bag around my shoulder. By the time I reached the top I was exhausted but if I was carrying anything more I don’t think I would have made it. </p> <p align="justify">I try to keep my mind active and open minded constantly with inspiration and new experiences. Traveling and finding things that inspire me is truly rewarding. There is nothing more satisfying then finding an item or photographing something to add to my ever growing collection. In the end all my collections of items, photographs and written experiences are part of me and who I am.   </p> Phantasmagoria Photographyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10694398522663463001noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-452637054270615615.post-76425048101853910702012-10-03T07:24:00.001-05:002012-10-03T07:24:48.807-05:00The Beginning of a Ghost Ship70 years ago today the RMS Queen Mary accidentally sank one of her escort ships, slicing through the light cruiser HMS Curacoa off the Irish coast with a loss of 239 lives. Queen Mary was carrying thousands of American troops of the 29th Infantry Division to join the Allied forces in Europe. Due to the risk of U-boat attacks, Queen Mary was under orders not to stop under any circumstances and steamed onward with a fractured stem.<div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOswLTmgFD1Dfi2s3vyZyYxeNS3njjAyPNbF1nKabPPkFI9_1fwSEQNlbHwj3qTAcBfUfpu1flT2pWQmfQFP8g1AtMLxfN9nAP8TgWHYwzZFYBGgnmhnD-p3eCMKTefU54KYPFNc3sxWw/s640/blogger-image-963991649.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOswLTmgFD1Dfi2s3vyZyYxeNS3njjAyPNbF1nKabPPkFI9_1fwSEQNlbHwj3qTAcBfUfpu1flT2pWQmfQFP8g1AtMLxfN9nAP8TgWHYwzZFYBGgnmhnD-p3eCMKTefU54KYPFNc3sxWw/s640/blogger-image-963991649.jpg" /></a></div>Phantasmagoria Photographyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10694398522663463001noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-452637054270615615.post-390017873617717752012-09-04T18:47:00.001-05:002012-09-04T18:47:22.972-05:00Inspiration from AboveIt's been so dry and hot that I can't remember the last time I had see rain. Lately I've been in the mood for a good thunderstorm and looking at the weather tonight I just might get my wish. <br />
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For me thunderstorms have always inspired me in some way. Maybe it's the foreboding dark clouds, the sound of the rain and thunder, the arcs of lightning lighting up the sky that gets my creative mind going. But come to think of it, it's the whole experience. <div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0hqQUC7dm3Se6iQhZNNANfV1-BeKBqnrJIfga06gaWWVyxiH5dD5j71Z_Awz5Yn5SfuBPjLEk3qy72Hd4AR2qyR9Lfn72mRJ9tcRL5MU6Ba4Z9iST0j_Z_VxBnGF-y73YZp2SOpTQarA/s640/blogger-image-548615692.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0hqQUC7dm3Se6iQhZNNANfV1-BeKBqnrJIfga06gaWWVyxiH5dD5j71Z_Awz5Yn5SfuBPjLEk3qy72Hd4AR2qyR9Lfn72mRJ9tcRL5MU6Ba4Z9iST0j_Z_VxBnGF-y73YZp2SOpTQarA/s640/blogger-image-548615692.jpg" /></a></div>Phantasmagoria Photographyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10694398522663463001noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-452637054270615615.post-91330780127605941652012-07-09T09:23:00.000-05:002012-08-17T12:08:08.448-05:00Weird is the "new" Wonderful<img alt="" border="0" height="248" src="http://graphics8.nytimes.com/images/2009/07/30/garden/30prewar_600.jpg" width="400" /><div class="credit" style="text-align: justify;">Michael Weschler for The New York Times</div><div class="caption" style="text-align: justify;"><strong>MODERN REBELS</strong> Collectors like Hollister, left, and Porter Hovey, sisters with an appetite for late 19th-century relics like apothecary cabinets and dressmakers’ dummies, are turning their homes into pastiches of the past.</div><div class="caption" style="text-align: justify;"><nyt_byline type=" " version="1.0"></nyt_byline> </div><div class="caption" style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="caption" style="text-align: justify;"><nyt_byline type=" " version="1.0">By <a href="http://topics.nytimes.com/top/reference/timestopics/people/g/penelope_green/index.html?inline=nyt-per" title="More Articles by Penelope Green">PENELOPE GREEN</a></nyt_byline></div><div class="timestamp" style="text-align: justify;">Published: July 29, 2009 </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><nyt_text>FOR many, it seems, the smooth surfaces of modern design have lost their allure.</nyt_text></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Michael Weschler for The New York Times</div><div class="inlineLeft" id="inlineBox" style="text-align: justify;"><div class="image"><div class="caption">Hollister, left, and Porter Hovey, are sisters with an appetite for late 19th-century relics like apothecary cabinets and dressmakers' dummies. <br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Hollister and Porter Hovey, sisters age 30 and 26, used a chain from Home Depot to lash a crystal chandelier to a crossbeam in the ceiling of their loft in Williamsburg, Brooklyn. But it is one of the few contemporary objects in a habitat that embraces, among other cultural touchstones, W. Somerset Maugham’s last days of colonialism, Victorian memento mori and the Edwardian men’s club. There are also apothecary cabinets, fencing masks and pith helmets, stacks of antique luggage and a taxidermy collection that would make Teddy Roosevelt proud. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipmsPKt_p3cxC5NoArD8hpg1yDmMpamsvKVZff-tk7FTWa3CFxfL7TPXwu3YIWnP206qRAJjwk1qE_eHbWhshtnnDtnod8Z8moimTgLIeMi17w2FGEeQ4FAq7DBWrdh2IcHwEE0eSA54E/s320/29150667%255B1%255D.jpg" width="213" /> <img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKOEeR0JwuUvWQDGek0mmtnCLfBRoNg6oiSxR4VGK85IhdbJDx2InV676FBEy-TCvYneixqgkSUofiNCLgRYrL86U-qQaNRTUiiz9A4VAOwA0bHbDEeDt-YhkSCSXp_QwMxg8fF7YxmvI/s320/29150673%255B1%255D.jpg" width="213" /><br />
<a href="http://hollisterhovey.blogspot.com/" title="Hollister Hovey’s blog.">Hollister Hovey has been blogging</a> for two years about what she considers a personal passion for this “new vintage” style. Yet the sepia-toned and “extremely previous lifestyle” that she and her sister lead, in the words of Megan Wilson, 43, a book designer and <a href="http://ancientindustries.blogspot.com/" title="Megan Wilson’s blog.">blogger with a similar world view</a>, is one that is gaining traction beyond the Hoveys’ living room. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
Taxidermy, clubby insignia and ancestral portraits have been decorative staples at trendy Lower East Side restaurants and clothing stores for a while, but now they are catching on at home.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
It was probably inevitable. Consider the example of new-vintage merchants like J. Crew Liquor, the men’s wear store housed in an old TriBeCa bar. Or Freemans Sporting Club, the “gentleman’s” clothing store created by Taavo Somer, the architect and restaurateur responsible for Freemans, the taxidermy-bedecked hot spot on the Lower East Side. The recently opened bar at the Jane hotel, created by Eric Goode and Sean MacPherson, is a mash-up of an English country estate, the set of “The Royal Tenenbaums” and an interior landscape imagined by Joris-Karl Huysmans, the author of “Against Nature,” the 19th-century decadent’s manifesto. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
It was only a matter of time until the “dark nostalgia” of such environments — as Eva Hagberg, a design writer, characterizes it in a book of the same name, out this fall from Monacelli Press — made its way home.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
Not since <a href="http://topics.nytimes.com/top/reference/timestopics/people/l/ralph_lauren/index.html?inline=nyt-per" title="More articles about Ralph Lauren.">Ralph Lauren</a> moved into the Rhinelander mansion more than two decades ago have so many merchants focused on exhuming the accouterments of the turn-of-the-19th-century leisure class. But while Lauren’s market was Manhattan’s Upper East Side establishment (or those who wished to belong to it), the current one lives miles south of East 72nd Street and couldn’t care less about social provenance. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
“My interests are old things from different periods,” said Sean Crowley on a recent steamy Friday night. Despite the heat, Mr. Crowley wore a pink gingham dress shirt, khaki pants and black velvet loafers with green and black striped socks. While this uniform has traditionally signaled conservatism, Mr. Crowley’s politics cleave determinedly to the left.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
Mr. Crowley, 28, is a neckwear designer at, in fact, Ralph Lauren, and his apartment in Fort Greene, Brooklyn, looks like its rooms were plucked whole from the <a href="http://topics.nytimes.com/top/reference/timestopics/organizations/n/national_arts_club/index.html?inline=nyt-org" title="More articles about National Arts Club">National Arts Club</a>. (His cellphone ring tone is Mouret’s “Rondeau,” the old Masterpiece Theater theme song, and his e-mail address is mrwooster, a nod to the <a href="http://topics.nytimes.com/top/reference/timestopics/people/w/p_g_wodehouse/index.html?inline=nyt-per" title="More articles about P. G. Wodehouse.">P. G. Wodehouse</a> character.) But the link between Mr. Crowley’s objects and his impulse to acquire them isn’t nostalgia, he said. It’s “the draw of authenticity, whether it’s an aesthetic, a recipe or a technique.”</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
That is how he explains a voracious interest in, for example, the restoration of English and French umbrellas from the 1930s and ’40s (his collection numbers 16). “Finding the right black silk with the right selvage was a whole saga for me,” he said.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
Mr. Crowley lives with his girlfriend, Meredith Modzelewski, 26, who works in public relations for sustainable brands and corporations, and a collection of arcane cocktail ingredients, including seven kinds of bitters, that threatens to colonize half their apartment, which is already chockablock with Edwardian-style portraits, heraldic devices and mounted antlers.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
“I like to cook, I like to sew, I can fix things with my hands,” Mr. Crowley said. “There’s so much to learn. I am curious — ravenous, really — about everything.” </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
It is true that the sort of collecting he, the Hovey sisters and their blogosphere brethren do requires a lot more engagement than a similar passion for midcentury furniture, which operates more on a cash-and-carry model — particularly when it comes to the taxidermy, osteological antiques like monkey skeletons and other Victoriana that draws the attention of tinkerers, armchair scientists and artisans like Ryan Matthew.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghW4MNCh55fFWs44nI8MOfkKXKx7UXs7KVysJ8z-xHVdOjH2Rlt_Qh6OTVGPoIio9gJUrY6NGMWR6vq4Q9aQIXgQmPtVHDujXrCijUMMVnzxUFlJf0Cmsl95jCXz9_aKHFWeUnoCXmMDM/s1600/29151783%5B1%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghW4MNCh55fFWs44nI8MOfkKXKx7UXs7KVysJ8z-xHVdOjH2Rlt_Qh6OTVGPoIio9gJUrY6NGMWR6vq4Q9aQIXgQmPtVHDujXrCijUMMVnzxUFlJf0Cmsl95jCXz9_aKHFWeUnoCXmMDM/s400/29151783%5B1%5D.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
Mr. Matthew, 29, is a silversmith with a knack for articulating, to use the expert’s parlance for rigging and displaying skeletons; for creating the tiny domed vignettes the Victorians were so fond of (artful arrangements of taxidermied squirrels, for example, in twiggy settings); and for making delicate pencil drawings that look like old photographs. His apartment in Greenpoint, Brooklyn, is accessorized with mummified hunting dogs, wax figures and Black Forest taxidermy. There is also a bone saw from the Civil War and a cabinet full of antique medical specimens. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEici9P_FHhTp162ebbA4U-7-aaAB3IOKRB8BpejuaxY0ZmAmvvpzPgLuF-tzrlm1RNGCaRUMKx-Od6br9HMkj4GdbPS0onXhgeyEp_-0ol3yEddFAjjJV9dwDDxDzGeBTnvj9yZIMtZFcw/s1600/29151751%5B1%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEici9P_FHhTp162ebbA4U-7-aaAB3IOKRB8BpejuaxY0ZmAmvvpzPgLuF-tzrlm1RNGCaRUMKx-Od6br9HMkj4GdbPS0onXhgeyEp_-0ol3yEddFAjjJV9dwDDxDzGeBTnvj9yZIMtZFcw/s400/29151751%5B1%5D.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
“I wish I had a leg, though I do have a lot of feet at the moment,” Mr. Matthew said proudly. Growing up in Woodstock, N.Y., he used to collect plants and “things the dog had eaten,” he said, “which my parents would find under my bed.” </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
Mr. Matthew’s collections will find their way into his shop Against Nature, opening in mid-August on Chrystie Street. Inspired, just like the Jane hotel, by the Huysmans novel of the same name, it will look an awful lot like Mr. Matthew’s apartment. “We’ll have barristers’ shelves and old leather chairs and two albino peacocks I have in the basement here.” </div><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><img border="0" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioyDHpRYVCudcldD-HQDd63bd9-z_H-rY4xaPl0H-B5tCe2HT9BgZaVFcb3ol31AujcZH2vnJjjoik_sjkBcQmtRoMw2P8K72lDHsky5c43EaiRk7iy6-lOC0ZFnaRf3xcyzLsWowHgwM/s400/29151729%255B1%255D.jpg" width="400" /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
The store — which will carry tailored suits by Doyle Mueser, custom denim by Simon Jacob and jewelry and leather items by Mr. Matthew — is perfectly sited to snag new-vintage consumers on their way to Freemans, around the corner on Freeman Alley.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
Many, in fact, point to Mr. Somer’s restaurant, open since 2004, as the catalyst for the latest round of interior decay and decorative revisionism, and for making taxidermy, as Caroline Kim, editorial director for LX.TV, a lifestyle division of <a href="http://topics.nytimes.com/top/news/business/companies/nbc_universal/index.html?inline=nyt-org" title="More articles about NBC Universal.">NBC</a>, said recently, “a hip-yet-comforting decorating trend.”</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
Mr. Somer seemed bemused by his role as a tastemaker but gamely explained the thinking behind Freemans, which began life as a party location. “The idea was to make this clandestine Colonial tavern,” he said, “the sort of place the founding fathers would have conspired in.” The look, he added, reflects his assumptions about their tastes, as refined Europeans living in a rough new world: “Taxidermy was a symbol of that wildness.”</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
Asked why Freemans has a look that young Brooklynites like the Hovey sisters might want to replicate at home, he suggested that his own anti-modernist impulses may be shared by many others. “I look at all the glass buildings and think, who wants to live like that?”</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
Mr. Somer, who grew up in a Swiss-modern household and once worked for the architect <a href="http://topics.nytimes.com/top/reference/timestopics/people/h/steven_holl/index.html?inline=nyt-per" title="More articles about Steven Holl.">Steven Holl</a>, said the perfectionism of modernism had begun to grate. “I got fed up and rebelled,” he said.<br />
Valerie Steele, the director of the Museum of the Fashion Institute of Technology, offered a different explanation. “It’s way more than anti-modernism, this sort of deep spelunking into the past,” she said. “It’s not aspirational and it’s not nostalgic. It’s a fantasy world that is almost entirely a visual collage. It’s a stitched-together, bricolage world, an alternative world.” </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
“Authenticity is such a fed-up idea,” she continued. “But collecting these old things, it’s like there is an aura attached to them. It’s not some prepackaged product being foisted on you by a big corporation. Too bad it’s going to be commodified. Everything in the fashion world gets hoovered up.”</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
Marketers, in fact, are already paying attention. Steven Grasse, chief executive of the advertising and branding agency Quaker City Mercantile in Philadelphia, said he recently sent a sample of a new product, a vintage-styled liquor called Root, to a few retro-loving bloggers like Hollister Hovey. <br />
“Hollister’s blog is extremely influential to the sort of people we want to discover our product,” Mr. Grasse wrote in an e-mail message, by which he meant young consumers with a taste for vintage barware and letterpress stationery, some of the retro items sold at Art in the Age of Mechanical Reproduction, a store he owns in Philadelphia.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
“Root fits very well with the Art in the Age brand,” he continued, “because that brand is all about restoring the ‘aura’ that has been lost with the mass commodification of our lives. Our job is to restore the aura that has been lost by strip malls and cheap junk from China. The approach is particularly appropriate right now because everything has collapsed. The old notions of luxury have crumbled. People are looking for what is real.”</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
Or at least looking for a good story. “Your imagination can run wild with the taxidermy,” Ms. Hovey said. It can be challenging, though, to get it home, she admitted, particularly when that means carting it through the streets of New York. Recently, she said, she had an eBay purchase — an entire taxidermied sheep — shipped to her Midtown office, terrifying her co-workers. (Ms. Hovey has a day job in medical public relations; her sister works in a management consulting firm and is a photographer.)</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
The Hovey sisters sat recently on their tufted leather sofa and recalled their childhood in Kansas, growing up surrounded by ostrich eggs and old steamer trunks, with a mother who sent them to grade school dressed in Ralph Lauren cricket jackets and a father who mowed the lawn in a pith helmet (he had passed some of his early years, like a character from a Maugham short story, working in a Bolivian gold mine and on a cattle boat in the South Pacific, and had the gear to prove it). <br />
“We spent Saturdays in flea markets,” Porter said, “when we were in second grade.” </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
Now the sisters are watching their antiquarian interests crest in their hipster-Brooklyn neighborhood, where every act seems framed in quotation marks. While Hollister’s blog started as a way to curtail her purchases — sharing an item instead of bidding on it — as well as linking to a community of anachronistically inclined friends, she said: “now it’s given me street cred. My neighbors used to glaze over when I talked about this stuff. Now everyone is dressing like <a href="http://topics.nytimes.com/top/reference/timestopics/people/g/ulysses_s_grant/index.html?inline=nyt-per" title="More articles about Ulysses S. Grant.">Ulysses S. Grant</a>.”</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: #dddddd;"></span></div>Phantasmagoria Photographyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10694398522663463001noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-452637054270615615.post-55475989955446475102012-07-07T23:19:00.002-05:002012-07-07T23:19:48.915-05:00New Projects and Explorations<span style="font-family: Calibri;">My schedule and personal life has been nothing short of
crazy since the last time I updated is site almost a year ago. As I enter into
the summer months I plan on dedicating much more of my time to updating and
reworking parts of the website in hopes to improve the look, accessibility and
organization. One thing you may have already noticed is I have a new web
address. </span><a href="http://www.phantasmagoriaphoto.com/"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Calibri;">www.phantasmagoriaphoto.com</span></a><span style="font-family: Calibri;">.
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">This site under its new URL name will be the mansion, if you
will, that will provide rooms for all our other areas of interest; Facebook,
Blogger, Flickr, Fine Art America, Zazzle, Cafepress and any other projects and
products that we will produce related to our subject matter of ghosts, haunted
houses, cemeteries, monsters, séances, the macabre and anything else I find strange
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilWndmwuFoUrI6NH5vxUXhZ9b47ISiN2We91ZUoLohNpyLPUInAO1t62wr6scVFC43VGPWLMnu0dwx7ZniKvM-UoH2HMwcGSM7PRPmh8RODRLpwOAspsGRJ_2IroKW0G5iq2q7BAVIcH8/s640/blogger-image--12424703.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilWndmwuFoUrI6NH5vxUXhZ9b47ISiN2We91ZUoLohNpyLPUInAO1t62wr6scVFC43VGPWLMnu0dwx7ZniKvM-UoH2HMwcGSM7PRPmh8RODRLpwOAspsGRJ_2IroKW0G5iq2q7BAVIcH8/s640/blogger-image--12424703.jpg" /></a><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I photographed very little this year but I’ve been exploring
other areas that have captured my interest and creativity. I will and always
photograph and record haunted legends, myth and folklore. Haunted and macabre
history has always been my obsession since I was a child and I love sharing
stories that give others nightmares and sleepless nights.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Over the past few months I have begun finding
interest and talents in other areas of paper and wood craft. As I hone my
skills in these areas I hope to provide special objects of desire to those that
find interest in my work. Each piece will be unique limited editions.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_39FzXnhq4Dn9KuROTc3vzouDIPfXxmBDZhyphenhyphen3eLDQUXQWmfrLPNDlTmkHqfp7349LCz3BI-sFQpOB5ibf2KkEs7ep0f64_xqj1PNHdT8DKgX8iD6jHgTOhWgccoZvKhMM0owYbzF8BVI/s640/blogger-image--580849.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_39FzXnhq4Dn9KuROTc3vzouDIPfXxmBDZhyphenhyphen3eLDQUXQWmfrLPNDlTmkHqfp7349LCz3BI-sFQpOB5ibf2KkEs7ep0f64_xqj1PNHdT8DKgX8iD6jHgTOhWgccoZvKhMM0owYbzF8BVI/s1600/blogger-image--580849.jpg" /></a><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I’m currently working on a shadow lantern prototype. My goal
is to recreate the look of what a phantasmagoria show might have looked like.
Taking my time planning, designing, cutting, gluing and constructing this lantern I'm having such a wonderful time exploring this side of myself that hasn't been explored before. When complete I hope
to offer limited editions of these lanterns on my website and Etsy site. I will
post more photos of the project as it nears completion. I will provide color photos of the finished piece and if my technical skills work a video of the working prototype. </span></div>Phantasmagoria Photographyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10694398522663463001noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-452637054270615615.post-34907416253366345622012-05-25T18:28:00.000-05:002012-05-25T18:28:57.810-05:00Begining of the End<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I recently have been going through a huge life change and it's been a big readjustment for me mentally, emotionally and physically. Over the past few months I've had to keep control of my sanity and try to focus on what's important in my life and relearn who I am as a person and artist. To be honest I'm excited for what the future may hold but at the same time scared of the uncertainty. I've always been someone with a vision and a plan. I've always been able to achieve what I set myself to do. Being in a much better place mentally and emotionally I'm able to concentrate on my passion for my artwork. I have several projects lined up and look forward to begin working on them. Drawing, woodworking and paper craft are just a few topics I will be sinking my fangs into in the next few months. As things progress I will be more then happy to share what I'm working on and welcome feedback from anyone.</span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">A few weeks ago I moved into a new place and I'm eager to decorate and surround myself with all the books, oddities, movie posters and antiques that I've been collecting over the years to help inspire my art. With school at an end for me till the fall I'm planning on devoting my extra free time to my photography and tall things related to it. One item on the top of things to do is to blog regularly, or at least twice a month. I have several ideas on what to write about, some related to my photography some about the strange and macabre world we live in. I'm also planning on blogging during my travels to haunted places. With the use of the Blogger iPhone app I'm excited to blog using this app because it will allow me to write about things I find interesting along the way with out having to find a place that has free Wifi so I can use my computer. During the past few months I've been evaluating my website and I came to realize that it needs some reworking and updating to make it look more organized, cleaner and better to navigate.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;">December 2, 1924 - April 13, 2012</span></div>Phantasmagoria Photographyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10694398522663463001noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-452637054270615615.post-44629861859576141292012-03-17T13:39:00.001-05:002012-03-17T13:44:04.941-05:00Cabin FeverWith the weather turning to the high 70s low 80s I just couldn't stand to be cooped up in the old dark house any longer. Braving the sunlight I grabbed my camera and head out to a near by cemetery to work on a project idea that I hope will be successful. <br />
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While walking along the tombstones I wondered what the appeal of vandalizing and tipping headstones is when grave robbing is so much more fulfilling. Granted its more work but thats half the fun! <div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivDhKU4ByKFDVzueMlHzkTWG8NlonDzSCfhjG7yzzhdwyDjSqIptrWl0Eg9GOMX6Thxv3gdlRTDiA0zr8PkG0fz-h2y4SS2_EqkUWYlc6cR6-kAHD4z3reTkx-vSO8s59h_sSqB4DTihQ/s640/blogger-image-631226279.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivDhKU4ByKFDVzueMlHzkTWG8NlonDzSCfhjG7yzzhdwyDjSqIptrWl0Eg9GOMX6Thxv3gdlRTDiA0zr8PkG0fz-h2y4SS2_EqkUWYlc6cR6-kAHD4z3reTkx-vSO8s59h_sSqB4DTihQ/s640/blogger-image-631226279.jpg" /></a></div>Phantasmagoria Photographyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10694398522663463001noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-452637054270615615.post-39594326902964982042011-10-29T11:53:00.000-05:002011-10-29T11:53:08.839-05:00Classics from the Crypt and Haunted Tours<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="357" rda="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBSEn1oyOVQcl2Y9rrF3EONfmweKhTMTNjqjl-HTdqqrRUFwrkzRoB0kiHvdZA18mxL1xYZmTpXoQi2F4Z74JAo4RXWuqsQ6m4g7lhj4FqSlmof9rVMVJlHeqZhfDsN5pgchOjYpqDFTE/s400/Tinker+Shirt.jpg" width="400" /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Looking at the past few weeks on our blog and Facebook page I noticed we've had fewer posts the past month because we have been very busy. Earlier this month we had the opportunity to work with a museum near my hometown in northern Illinois. Our good friends at The Tinker Swiss Cottage Museum in Rockford asked us if they could sell some of our pictures for their upcoming paranormal tours, photos we had taken during our spring trip earlier this year. They also asked us to design a graphic for t-shirts to sell during the event. Of course we jumped at the chance and worked hard to design something they would be proud of. If you are ever in the Rockford area you MUST stop at the Tinker Swiss Cottage and take a tour of this beautiful home. Steve and the staff are very knowledgeable and passionate for the history of the place, plus they are truly wonderful people to talk to. Don't forget to take their Paranormal Tour in the fall...just the thing to get into the Hallowe'en spirit!</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><a href="http://www.tinkercottage.com/"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">http://www.tinkercottage.com</span></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">During the past few weeks we also designed a poster and program cover for an upcoming concert "Classics from the Crypt". The Wausau Symphony and Band will play music from movies like Jaws and Harry Potter. During the performance we will also have an exclusive art exhibit featuring photographs from our collection. If you are in the Wausau, Wisconsin area Saturday, October 29th, visit the Grand Theatre at 7:30 to enjoy the haunting music and visit us in the Great Hall next door to view our display or just to hello.</span></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeXLCGceD-xS5bjCktiLyvwrL8WKZ6Rk9ijqe1gfSrgJ36M_he3luUqMjN25NUAbTKgP_IwkPYV4VRpK8OKZzIAw9hcGKrq94T5spr7IOhgy8F5Dt66JzPY6rgU85SaqZUkwBDWev5DT8/s1600/Concert+Poster.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" rda="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeXLCGceD-xS5bjCktiLyvwrL8WKZ6Rk9ijqe1gfSrgJ36M_he3luUqMjN25NUAbTKgP_IwkPYV4VRpK8OKZzIAw9hcGKrq94T5spr7IOhgy8F5Dt66JzPY6rgU85SaqZUkwBDWev5DT8/s400/Concert+Poster.jpg" width="260" /></a></div>Phantasmagoria Photographyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10694398522663463001noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-452637054270615615.post-58468850415690051162011-09-27T20:43:00.000-05:002011-09-27T20:43:57.675-05:00800-year-old Remains of a Witch Discovered<div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">By Nick Pisa<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Macabre: Archaelogists believe this is the skeleton of a woman who was thought to be a witch</span></span></div><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">These are the 800 year old remains of what archaeologists believe was a witch from the Middle Ages after seven nails were found driven through her jaw bone.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The grim discovery was made during a dig on what is thought to be a 'witches graveyard' after another woman's skeleton was found surrounded by 17 dice - a game which women were forbidden from playing 800 years ago.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Experts say they believe the women are aged around 25 - 30 years old and were found buried in a simple shallow grave in the ground with no coffin or shroud.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The macabre remains were found during a dig close to the sea at Piombino near Lucca in Italy's Tuscany region and the woman had seven nails through her jaw as well as another 13 nails surrounding her skeleton.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Archaeologist Alfonso Forgione, from L'Aquila University, who is leading the dig, is convinced that the women were suspected witches because of the circumstances in which they were buried.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">He said: 'It's a very unusual discovery and at the same time fascinating. I have never seen anything like this before. I'm convinced because of the nails found in the jaw and around the skeleton the woman was a witch.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">'She was buried in bare earth, not in a coffin and she had no shroud around her either, intriguingly other nails were hammered around her to pin down her clothes.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">'This indicates to me that it was an attempt to make sure the woman even though she was dead did not rise from the dead and unnerve the locals who were no doubt convinced she was a witch with evil powers.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">'The second skeleton we have found was buried in a similar fashion but this time we found 17 dice around her - 17 is an unlucky number in Italy and also dice was a game that women were forbidden to play.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">'The way the bodies were buried would seem to indicate some form of exorcist ritual and the remains will be examined to see if we can establish a cause of death for them.'</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">One puzzle that the archaeologists have been unable to explain is why the women if they were evil witches were buried in consecrated ground as the area is the site of an 800 year old church.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">He said: 'The only possible explanation is that perhaps both women came from influential families and were not peasant class and so because of their class and connections were able to secure burial in consecrated Christian ground.'</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The team is trying to find the burial place of the St Cerbonius, a bishop who died more than 1,500 years ago and who is the local patron saint of the area.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">More...'We want to celebrate her 21st birthday¿ three years too late': Father of Amanda Knox speaks out on eve of appeal verdictThe black flag that told Scott he had lost: Pencil sketches of explorer¿s ill-fated Antarctic expedition go on display</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The team is trying to find the burial place of the St Cerbonius, a bishop who died more than 1,500 years ago and who is the local patron saint of the area.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Pictures traditionally show him having his feet licked by a bear after legend has it the animal refused to eat him after he was condemned to death for sheltering Roman soldiers by the Barbarians who had invaded Tuscany.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Two years ago a Medieval woman's skull was found near Venice with a stone driven through its mouth - which experts said was the traditional way of dealing with vampires and preventing them from rising from the dead.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><img alt="Number's up: The skeletons were found with dice, which women were not allowed to play" class="blkBorder" height="476" idx="2" src="http://i.dailymail.co.uk/i/pix/2011/09/25/article-2041671-0E1436AC00000578-233_634x476.jpg" width="634" /></span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Number's up: The skeletons were found with dice, which women were not allowed to play</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><img alt="Dig: Skeletons scattered around the site in Tuscany" class="blkBorder" height="424" idx="3" src="http://i.dailymail.co.uk/i/pix/2011/09/25/article-2041671-0E1436B800000578-114_634x424.jpg" width="634" /></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Dig: Skeletons scattered around the site in Tuscany</span></div><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">It comes a day after the skeleton of a Maya Queen - with her head mysteriously placed between two bowls - was found among treasures in a 2,000-year-old rodent-infested tomb.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Priceless jade gorgets, beads, and ceremonial knives were also discovered in the cavern - which was found underneath a younger 1,300-year-old tomb which also contained a body - in the Guatemalan ruins of Nakum.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The two royal burials are the first to be discovered at the site, which was once a densely packed Maya centre.</span></div><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><img alt="Piombino in Italy: Where the graves were found" class="blkBorder" height="337" idx="4" src="http://i.dailymail.co.uk/i/pix/2011/09/25/article-2041671-0E15559E00000578-883_634x337.jpg" width="634" /></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Piombino in Italy: Where the graves were found</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"></span></div></div></div></div>Phantasmagoria Photographyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10694398522663463001noreply@blogger.com0