Driving home at 4:30am after a night out ghost hunting with the folks at PURE Paranormal, I realized I was far less afraid of ghosts than I had been entering the night 8 hours earlier.
I also realized that I was more convinced than ever they exist.
Hearing the stories was incredible, I wish I had been more prepared to do actual reporting and writing on the subject rather than simply trying to observe and photograph in quite possibly the darkest building I’ve ever been in. The bartender had stories. The owner had stories. The random customers who overheard our conversations had stories. And they all came from right there in George’s Union Station bar.
Between independent reports of shadows that would appear with nothing to cast them then disappear into a wall, pool sticks that would refuse to move when a player tries to strike a ball, chairs that stacked themselves or shot across floors, a bathroom door that opens every night at 9:20 with nobody around, collars being tugged on, random flashes being seen, names being called and supposedly “demonic” spirits that once actually sent the PURE investigators home early, I was thoroughly freaked out before the lights even went out.
Hearing the stories was one thing. Experiencing it was something unforgettable. In one night, I witnessed flashlights that would turn on and off in response to questions, tables that would rattle when nobody has touched them, hearing whispers from people that weren’t there and being called Asian and then, mistakenly, Korean by “the ghost box” (a device that supposedly picks up some kind of electrical/radio wave signal from ghosts attempting to communicate).
And this was apparently a “slow” night, for the most part.
The flashlight was one of the most obvious signs we weren’t alone. I was told that people had supposedly “debunked” the flashlight test, citing springs in the mechanisms and the like and that PURE had developed special flashlights to make sure it was real.
So seeing two separate flashlights turn on simultaneously might have been coincidence. It responding to the request “If you would like us to get out, please turn the light off” by shutting off the flashlights decisively was downright creepy. Seeing them blink in an attempt to count the number of people there was beyond belief. The mere fact the flashlights were turning themselves on and off at the request of people present was simply mind-blowing in and of itself.
I tried to capture video of it with the Nikon D3 I was borrowing but for the life of me couldn’t figure out how to do it (was in live view the entire time thinking it was recording). I’ll post a link to a video HERE from their YouTube to demonstrate what was essentially going on. They said last night was probably the most flashlight interaction they’ve ever gotten.
It was quite an entertaining experience in the end, I ended up having a lot more fun and being a lot less scared that I had originally expected to be (though having the ghost box address me directly was a little creepy). I’ll be hopefully joining them while they edit the evidence gathered from this night to photograph some of the post-investigation side of the business and will let you know what they found on video and EVP (audio recordings, which they’ve gotten some very interesting results in the past from here, such as singing and the like).
So until then, enjoy! I have today and tomorrow off (though I will be shooting volleyball tonight for the Gazette) but I will try and post when I can. Thanks for reading this (very long) entry!
Ok so the title doesn’t match the first image, but you’ll understand where it comes from in a minute. This first picture was one of the first frames I fired (actually the third, to be exact) when I got to Garry Berry Stadium for a high school football match. I actually wonder how it would look in black and white, I may have to give it a try sometime, kinda looks like the kind of thing that might be fitting for B&W.
The game itself was interesting, lots of fumbles, interceptions and scoring. Colorful and action-packed, it was a shame I’m suffering from either allergies or a slight cold and had a hard time concentrating…
Kinda looks like you’re at a Broncos game, judging by the colors right? Unfortunately not, but there’s something about high school games that are just as, if not more, exciting and fun than the pros… this is especially true when it comes to basketball, the pros play with almost no passion, it’s too much about the money now-a-days.
Also, a reminder: Shoot with both eyes open so you don’t get (almost) run over. (I blame this on the fact I was having trouble concentrating due to my allergies/cold)
So, the beautiful cacophony… It amazes me how the painfully random mixture of sounds from orchestra players warming up and tuning their instruments can, with the mere entrance of a man in a suit, transform into such a beautiful harmony of sound… The symphony being greater than the sum of its individual musicians.
The Pikes Peak Center and the performance of the Philharmonic there made me kind of interested in possibly doing my project/story on a musician within the symphony…. Just need to find access and a story to tell. I mentioned the idea to Bryan and he liked it, so I think it might be something to consider… I just need to make sure I don’t get too bogged down in the brainstorming and thinking of stories that I never get around to actually doing any of them, ya know?
Last shot, this of the harvest moon the other night. Happy Autumn everybody!
Hey guys, I know I haven’t updated the past couple of days, and so I had to make sure I don’t go a third without posting. So despite being FAR too tired to make a full entry, I’ll just post a few photos from the past couple days. I’ve put in a combined 23 hours of work Thursday and Friday alone, so you’ll understand why I’m about ready to pass
the hell out.
Without further ado:
Today started off well enough, with another early morning golf assignment (go ahead and say it… “again?”), which, not gonna lie, I’m actually starting to enjoy… not for the actual shooting of golf, because honestly it’s kinda boring, but for the scenery and the fact I get to drive a golf cart.
But then, as Jerilee so aptly put it, “things got weird.”
Came back to the Gazette office to edit my photos and ran into Carol, also returning from an assignment… photographing a dive rescue in Prospect Lake of two local high school soccer players who ended up drowning. Ironic, since Danielle and I had been talking last night about how drowning would probably be one of the worst ways to die.
Well, after finishing editing, Stuart, my editor, sent me out to the school to see if the soccer team was practicing and maybe get some shots of them reacting to the news… But when I showed up the soccer field was empty.
Save one person. Sitting on this little cement block in between a pair of taller… well, i don’t know what they were. But with this beautiful mountain backdrop and nice afternoon light, and the body language he was exuding, it was perfect.
And then I caught myself thinking too dispassionately about it…. and felt terrible. I know how it feels to lose a friend, my senior year in high school, and realized that, despite all my thinking of what I was going to say and how I was going to approach, it had slipped back into the “protected by my lens” mode that Carol and I had talked about when she came back from photographing the bodies being pulled from the lake.
By the time I had pulled over and gotten my camera ready, he had already left his spot and gone to his truck. Ugh, I was kicking myself for missing the shot in my hesitation. I came back later in the night with Jerilee’s D3, but nobody was left. Sigh.
Moral of the story is… well, I don’t know what it is. I just know that in situations like this, its tough to choose between your job and your conscience… And in the end, I don’t know if they’re even mutually exclusive, or if so which is more important.
Makes the situation I discussed last night even more important for me to mull over…
Now for a couple of well-deserved days off… I’ve put in two 10 hour days, a 9 hour day and 11 hours today. Yet oddly, I don’t feel like I need the rest. Yet.