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Weekly Contest #258
Hidden Highways ©2024 Ellen Bennett I don’t believe in conventional ghosts. The nature of my work lends itself to being open to and understanding that the presence of spirits is quite natural. I am a professional photographer, and my compositions of choice are old, abandoned buildings; warehouses, distressed barns, burned out churches, anything that is run down, decrepit, dying or dead. My wife shakes her head. “Why don’t you take pictures of beautiful things? Things that are thriving? It seems so depressing!” She is a teacher of special ed...
Weekly Contest #254
FLAP! ©2024 Ellen Bennett FLAP! Byline: Eugenia Carsons If you weren’t at the post-show gala last evening at the Tidbitts Theatre, you missed the event of the year! The Opera-Comique, first performed in Paris in 1890, has been a hit all over Europe now for five years. As always, FLAP! brings the news to you firsthand! Were my eyes deceived when the reclusive Dr. Nathan C. Rume stepped out of a Hansom in front of Tidbitts Theatre with a very young (certainly by our standards here at Flap!) Miss Charlotte Romper on his arm? It is a known fa...
Weekly Contest #253
All We Have Is Time ©2024 Ellen Bennett Verdant pastures spread panoramically, dotted with scarred, red-wooded barns, squat doublewides or old homes in various stages of disrepair. Along the way, an invisible wall surrounds me, like I’ve entered a balloon filled with thick humid air. It stops me at once. I dismount the bicycle and straddle it between my knees, catching my breath. JOURNAL ENTRY: BICYCLE TRIP, JUNE 4, 2024 A pole barn with its open doors is strewn with equipment both inside and out. Flanking the open doors are two small wind...
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