
by Erin Nicole
“Be warned: I sleep as the earth sleeps beneath the night sky or the winter’s snow; and once awakened, I am servant to no man.” — Anne Rice, “The Mummy

by Erin Nicole
“Be warned: I sleep as the earth sleeps beneath the night sky or the winter’s snow; and once awakened, I am servant to no man.” — Anne Rice, “The Mummy
One day, not too long ago, I was walking around the neighborhood with my camera when I came across a deserted house.
I decided that, since I had my camera with me, I might as well explore.
The window were broken and the backdoor was unlocked.
As I walked through the house, it seemed to be deserted but it soon became obvious that someone else had recently been there. The doors were all open. The ceiling fans in the kitchen were still spinning. There was a chair, like the one pictured above, in almost every room of the house. I started to feel uncomfortable so I decided to leave the house. As I stepped back through the backyard, I noticed a pile of bricks lying in the backyard.
As I walked away from the house, I noticed one last thing — the remains of a bicycle in the front yard.
Eventually, someone bought and refurnished the house, fixing the broken windows and, I assume, the broken door as well. I still wonder who owned that bicycle.
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by Erin Nicole
Have you ever really searched the shadows?
One day, I was exploring my town with my camera. I found an alley sitting behind a row of store and I took pictures as the day passed. Today, I look at these pictures and I think about the things that I did not consider while taking them. What is behind the closed doors? How does the difference of an hour change the way a place looks and feels?
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by Erin Nicole
Our possum friend may look fierce and threatening with his sharp teeth and his nocturnal habits but he’s actually as passive and peaceful as can be. He won’t harm you or your pets but he will rid your back yard of ticks and mosquitos.
A few blocks from my house, there is a historic cemetery, one that is over 150 years old. It is surrounded by a fence. Behind it, there is a bus station. Across the street from it, there is a gymnastics center and several warehouses. Other than the fence and the gravestones, there are no markings and I think most people drive by without ever noticing it.
I first noticed it one day while I was driving to the library. I came back later with my camera and I took some pictures. At first, it was difficult to concentrate with the sound of traffic in the background but the longer I spent standing outside the gates of the cemetery, the less I heard of the traffic.
Later, I learned that the people buried in this cemetery were among the first to build a town on this land. Without these people, who came from across the country, these roads and warehouses and the new gymnastics center would have never had a place to be built.
As I left, I saw an American flag raising over a nearby used car lot. I made sure to get a picture before I went home.
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by Erin Nicole
Even ghosts get dressed in the morning.