I digress.
My polling place is at Plum Creek Baptist Church. Thankfully I remembered as we left the church basement today that I had Jon's little camera tucked into my purse. I knew I wanted a few shots of my surroundings and immediately got to snapping. To the chagrin, I might add, of my family.
I have a thing about cemeteries, and old structures. And I knew I could make the images I took look sufficiently creepy with a little editing.
They did not disappoint. At least not me. I love them.
Jon on the other hand says I'm sick and demented for photographing graves and that the barn looks like a serial killer shack.
I was flattered.




1 comment:
these are gorgeous!! i love whatever you did to them (i'm guessing it wasn't naturally that creepy? lol)
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