A little over a week ago, my college English professor called me out of the blue. A few things went through my mind as to what the purpose of his call could be. My initial thoughts were way off.
He informed me that he’s working on his second book of local ghost stories and asked me if I could contribute a few photographs to the project. In spite of not getting paid for it, I jumped at the chance. I’ll get some good exposure having my work published through his work. It may even open some doors for me that wouldn’t have been opened otherwise. So of course I’d be all for it, pro bono or not. Not to mention it’s great to be able to work with him again.
I was given a list of four locations to shoot, and one just happened to be down the road from my house (which worked out awesome). I did a little research on the places, found directions to the ones I was unfamiliar with, and planned a time to go.
Now, these photos were meant to have a dark and creepy feel to them. I mean, obviously, They’re for a book about ghost stories. Knowing this, I hoped for overcast even dreary, foggy weather for my shoots. But what was it like this past Saturday when I woke up and got ready to head out? Sunny as it could possibly be.
Did I panic? Please. I’m a professional.
I rolled with the punches rather well and managed to hit all the locations in a single day (it helped that they were close to one another). But needless to say, it was quite a long day for me. From Bucksport to Bar Harbor and back home. I was hoping I would catch something paranormal in one of my photos at one of these locations but no such luck.
Now I’m in the post-production stage, turning each photo from color to black and white. It won’t be long now before I can contact my professor and set up a time to meet him and let him look over what I’ve done.
Here’s to hoping I nailed it on the first try…
Wish me luck.
Until next time folks.
Keep on rockin’ on.
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~A.M.
Audrey May Photography 