Eerie. What a great word. It makes me think of fog, trekking through the woods in the dead seasons, cemeteries, ‘haunted’ houses, and dead things in general.
I think being in Pennsylvania for this particular photo challenge is just good timing. Incredibly, I’ve gotten to photograph most of the things that remind me of eerie.
Tavern on Hawk Mountain that was home to a confessed 18th century serial killer.
Haunted house style
Dead things from Teardrop Memories Postmortem Gallery
Coffins from Teardrop Memories Postmortem Gallery
I’ve been home for 3 days now. At the moment, my life feels surreal, uncomfortable, foreign. I have no idea what to do now? I feel like a ship without a rudder, drifting, at the mercy of the wind and waves. I pray. I have to move toward the horizon in faith.
I feel lost. Adrift in the sea, no land to be found.
Please don’t become silent now. I need you.
You are my rock, my strong tower, my hiding place, my shelter in the storm.
In the morning when I rise, give me Jesus.
And when I’m all alone, give me Jesus.
And when I come to die, give me Jesus.
What to do while my friends are sailing to the Congo? Shop for food in a super gigantic store, shop for a hammock in a super gigantic outdoorsman store, and torture my family by making them take fun new photos. 🙂 What else?
Waiting at the airport