The Photo Shoot

         It was to no one’s advantage that we were there, in fact we shouldn’t have been.  I’m guessing people don’t really believe in a spirit world until they are actually surrounded by them.  Trust me; it’s a feeling unlike any other.  I’m not talking a warm and fuzzy feeling.  I’m thinking it would be like accidently walking into a local grocery store on the non-tourist side of the island.  Without a word you instantly know you are not wanted, you shouldn’t be there and where’s the closest exit? 

         Much of it, I assume, depends upon your state of mind; you can either let it get to you and scare yourself silly, or you can rationalize it and keep telling yourself you are simply standing in a cemetery, surrounded by headstones.  The sun is out, there is a nice summer breeze and all you’re there to do is take a few pictures.

         Here’s the thing; when Randy and I returned at the end of the day and developed our film we saw a lady in one of the shots.  She was just standing there.

         Neither of us saw her nor felt any spirit world heebie-jeebies.  Only after developing the film were we able to see her standing there.

 

 

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 After seeing this picture - we went back to the cemetery. 

The name on he headstone was, Myra Maines