Eerie, Airy

“Something eerie has a story to tell — one you aren’t quite sure you want to know.”

Nearly all of my photographs which convey an unsettled feeling are predominantly rendered in gray–like this slice of rocky shore.

No one else was anywhere in sight. A completely dry, sparkly ruby red child’s ballet shoe lay on top of the rocks. A swath of gray sand lined it, as if it had just been stepped out of by a little girl who had traversed a sandy strip to the rocks.

It was close to the water but untouched by the tide. It must recently have been left there, but how? How does one leave behind a bright red shoe when walking on a sharp-edged sea of rock? And what do I make of the cylindrical object inches below it? It’s not a cigarette butt. . . and it’s also not likely a spent shell casing, but it eerily resembles one.

Boston in gray

Freezing morning mist

Disappearing into nothing

Broken

Hard frost

Canvas-shrouded trees

Tree trunk reflections, like prison bars

Gray highways

Perpetually awake

Empty chairs and empty tables

Author: Stephanie

In her spare time, Stephanie works full-time, and then some, as an attorney. She has published articles and delivered talks in arcane fields like forensic evidentiary issues, jury instructions, and expert scientific witness preparation. She attended law school near the the banks of the Charles River and loves that dirty water; she will always think of Boston as her home. You are welcome to take a look at her Facebook author page, or follow @SMartinGlennon on Twitter and @schnitzelpond on Instagram. Bonus points for anyone who understands the Instagram handle. All content on this blog, unless otherwise attributed, is (c) 2012-2023 by Stephanie M. Glennon and should not be reproduced (in any form other than re-blogging in accordance with the wee Wordpress buttons at the bottom of each post) without the express permission of the domain holder. View all posts by Stephanie

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