11/11/12

Know Your Orbs

When orbs appear in digital photos, it is always thrilling! But then we have to look at the reason they are there.

When we bought this house and were cleaning and fixing it up, I was taking pictures of the rooms while Scott was tearing out some drywall.

This what I got!



Orbs caused by dust particles. These are not spirits.

 When we were in Penn Castle ...which was museum slick while I was there, where no dust or disturbance existed since I was in the next room and had not entered the room in the picture..  I took this photo of the dining room, which was once a Reverend William Penn's original little parlor (before the house was added onto in 1888 and made into a "castle"). I  feel pretty positive that this one is a genuine spirit orb, and I can tell you his wife Marilla may also be seen there up in the left corner.

Probably the manifestation of William E. Penn and Marilla Penn.

Anyway, the best way to be sure about your orb shots is to analyze the surroundings to determine how dusty it really is. Like when the air in the room looks clear and then the sun's rays shine through the window and you see sparkling crap that makes you not want to breathe. The camera picks up things our eyes don't see.

10/27/12

Treasures

Asa Walter and Genie Pearl Hart
Right after Mom's funeral, some of us moseyed down the road a piece to check out my grandson's  GGGrandfather's old store building. Maybe I AM a trespassing thief for salvaging stuff from the ruins of my great grandfather's store building, but it was all in the DIRT, so... this is what we found. An incredibly intact crock jug with a spout, and the ancient cork still in it. Three awesome soda bottles, one of them my favorite root beer, Barq's. An old rusted door hinge, and a pack of Air Mail envelopes,  that cost 19 cents when new. The THRILL of knowing my own great grandfather most likely handled these items.
A.W. Hart and sons, C. 1910




Soda Bottles


Amazing jug with cork.
Potter's Thumbprint

Door Hinge
Air Mail Envelopes



It is a miracle that I have these things.

The Land of Kong

Giant Armadillo and more!


The Entrance

  Today we drove past the 'abandoned' Land of Kong. You can Google it. To save me some time. It was once a fantastic Jurassic wonder, but sat disintegrating for years while the owners refused to allow trespassers and curiosity seekers  in to roam. Now the entire property is privately owned by the Spider Creek resort people.  The gift shop burnt down a couple of years ago. Lots of dinosaurs still inhabit the old park. It is maintained  and the road is used, by the owners, because people still aren't allowed in. I'm not here to give you the history of the place, but I should mention that the guy who sculpted the dinosaurs etc. was the same artist who later made Christ of the Ozarks.. that abomination that looms above Eureka Springs. It is usually pretty impossible to get any pictures because it zooms by so fast on the way to the nearby expensive gas station emergency convenience store and my camera does not take good still shots at a fast clip. Today I  insisted that we pull over so I could get maybe one good shot. Here are some photos I took today.

This is the old wire frame of a pterodactyl.
                  

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Beautiful  old playground equipment
                       
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MOOSES!
                                            
Close-up of mooses

Old bridge and dinosaur
                                
The giant armadillo! Note the green T-Rex to the upper right!

              

Blurry white elephant still roams the park.
                      

 

10/17/12

Mount Olive Cemetery

We buried our mother last weekend. I took some photos in our family cemetery. My family were the Harts and The Youngbloods. Some I took just because they are interesting.



                 My Grandaddy's brother  O'Neill died at 18, after being baptized, he caught pneumonia.