Unthemed

This set doesn't really have a theme, except that they've all been Photoshopped to give them a "look" different than the original photo. So I guess the theme is "shopped"

I did a radial blur on the background because, while the shot of the flowers was nice, it wasn't terribly interesting. It makes me think that they're time traveling flowers and we've just started a shift.

A rock on my rooftop. The angle was cool, the sun in the background makes a nice alternate focal point. Maybe this is where the time travel flower lands us.

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This is the original.

This photo came out blurry to begin with, since the tunnel was so incredibly dark (and using the flash would have washed it out and completely ruined its eerieness) so I just took the blur and ran with it. It reminds me of the shaky camera footage from B horror movies.

The grass looks plastic, which both adds and subtracts to the realism of the leaf.

Someone left tangerines on a life guard tower. I had to mess with saturation, color and brightness a LOT to get it both white and orange enough.

Falling water is all well and good, but there's something sinister about this... like it's a leaking wall in a torture room.

I really wanted to do something with these flowers because they were two sister blooms amidst debris and foliage, but I never figured out a way to convey their message properly. I'm not totally satisfied with this one.

Various Outdoors

A few photos taken at various stops along the Blue Ridgeway in Virginia. 

 

 

Veteran's Cemetery

I went to the veteran's cemetery in my state (where I thought my grandmother was buried but that doesn't seem to be the case) and took some photos of pretty much everything but the gravestones.

The Lizzie Borden Museum

For those of you who don't know, Lizzie Borden is a gal from Fall River, MA who (allegedly) took a hatchet to her father and stepmother's heads in 1892. She was found not guilty of the crimes, but it seems pretty damn likely that she is the culprit. At the time, though, it was inconceivable for a lady of stature to be capable of such atrocities, so she got off. Her father's house (where the murders were committed) is now a museum and a bed and breakfast, and apparently it is entirely haunted by Lizzie (even though she didn't die there), her stepmother Abby and her father Andrew. [For more on Lizzie Borden and this kickass feminist murder, visit the Borden Museum website.

While most of the people on the tour were taking photos of the rooms, the places where people were killed, I was photographing the table settings, books, a mirror. Things that were in the house, things that just existed as an everyday part of these peoples' lives.

Andrew Borden's house, built in 1845. He paid $10,000 for it.

This was the fence in the back yard. It had neat spider webs strung between the rungs, but they're hard to see.

In the gift shop there was this interesting little piece. Who doesn't love Legos?

Sheet music sitting at the piano in the front room.

After many years, the finish on the mirrors begins to peel, leaving interesting cracks like this one.

Pears on the table in the dining room

A replica of Abby and Andrew's skulls

Photos of the actual skulls

Abby's autopsy photo

Andrew's autopsy photo (you can actually see his eye hanging)

Lizzie, in her 30s

A replica of the infamous sofa where Andrew was murdered.

Books in the house

There is a cat that now lives in the house named Max. He is black, and thus there are statues of black cats all throughout the place.

One of the creepiest Lizzie dolls you're likely to see

Crap Shoots

I am, by no means, a photographer. I have a camera and I like to capture images, moments, weird happenings on it. I like to fiddle in Photoshop and make them better, or stranger, or worse. I like to photograph things that most people would overlook.

I call them Crap Shoots, because not only is there a small chance that anything I photograph is any good, but an even smaller chance that anyone else in the world would like it. I'm an amateur at best, and my best is probably crap. The shoots are crap. Crap Shoots. Get it?

Messing with Colors