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Spellbound #12542

This abandoned farmhouse sat at the top of a long sloping hill covered by high grass, not a bit of paint left to see and a few boarded up windows to keep the weather out. A very old and twisted apple tree in bloom shared company with this leftover from the old farming days. That day I saw many abandoned farms while driving some long loops out through the countryside in that eastern section of the Upper Peninsula of Michigan, not far from the shore of Lake Huron. Why so many? Probably partly because it is so remote and the winters very harsh there. Towns are very small and often thirty or forty miles of forest apart. It would take a lot of fortitude, willpower, and work to make it there and stick it out. At some point, those things may have run out.<br />
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I walked up the hill to shoot an image or three, and with each step closer to this house an eerie and heavily laden feeling increased. I’m usually not concerned with those things and they don’t bother me, but walking uphill toward this place my antenna was registering something and the Geiger meter was ticking. Weird, very weird.<br />
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Well, far enough and close enough, then. I shot this image handheld from this point and let any closer-in detail work go. Because this place was apparently significantly witchy, it easily earned the name of Spellbound out of the experience and the title was given even before I was back at the truck. Originally a color image, it was converted to black and white with some of the colors in certain places very lightly borrowed back, which was a way to to make the image match the unusual circumstance of encountering a little creep leaking in from the other side…<br />
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