This is my response to the Lens-Artists Weekly Photo Challenge — Creepy. It is a dark and mournful story (hopefully). The events, places and people described are purely fictional. Illustrative photos made to fit, were taken on my recent short break. Alrighty, let’s get on with it.
Beneath The Surface
Sleepy seaside village bordered by mountains and boundless crystal clear waters.
Heaven’s waiting room they call it. Its other name is Hell.
A deep undertow hides flaws and dirty secrets.
Community of lost souls
but misfits dine alone.
Fear and loathing rent from shimmering sea and mourn
Young men rendered weak.
Be a man in the mould from which you’re cast.
Prince of the air. A creep that does not belong.
Beneath the emerald-jeweled surface.
I fly.
Shall we have a song to go with the story? You know the one …
Kind Regards.
Tracy.
Great shots! Love the empty bench closer.
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Thanks Ron. The bench is my favourite shot too. It is kind of desolate.
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Great job tying the photos to the story. Interestingly it could also have been an upbeat story depending on how you wrote the text w the images. Cool!
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Thanks Tina. The words did make the photos scarier. 🙂 Also, I took a few B&W photos for Patti’s monotone challenge but I had no way to upload them so I thought I would make use of some them anyway.
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Loved it Tracy. You just made tranquil creepy!! I’m wondering about the bird identification; the yellow faced one, who fits so well in your creepy scene, and the birds in flight?
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Thanks Heather. 🙂 The one with the yellow face is a masked lapwing. That one had quite a dirty brown neck so I think it may have been a chick. They are normally white on the neck. My husband said it looked dirty but since it was hanging out with another that looked pristine clean, I find that difficult to believe. I was going to edit out the bonnet (hood?) of my car but I felt it added to the creepiness. The big bird is a Channel-billed cuckoo. I had never seen one before, but its markings under the tail gave a clue as to what it was. It is the largest brood parasite and cuckoo in the world. They sometimes lay their eggs in eagle nests. The scientific name is Scythrops novaehollandiae. Wikipedia tells me that this is taken from the Ancient Greek skuthro-/σκυθρο- ‘angry’ or ‘sullen’, and ops/ωψ ‘face’, ‘eye’ or ‘countenance’. It was weirdly hypnotic. The other birds did not like it at all. In the second photo of that group, it is being chased by a much smaller wattle bird.
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Thanks Tracy for all the detail. I really appreciate it. These are birds I’ve never seen before. That is fascinating about the Scythrops. By name alone it fit with your theme! I wonder if the Eagles then raise them as there own. I know there is another species where they do the same and then the bird that hatches them raises them as their own.
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Eerily beautiful story, Tracy. And I have always liked that song–never knew the name, though.
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Thanks Lois. It is hell living in paradise. 🙂
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I loved this! Pics and words set the tone really well.
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Thanks Dawn. I thought I would have some fun. 🙂
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Well! your readers had fun too 🙂
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❤
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Well done, Tracy – a creepy story to beautiful shots – clever! It is like what music does to a movie.
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Thanks Ann-Christine. I enjoyed your creepy challenge. 🙂
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I’m glad you did. According to science – being creeped out is good for us!
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Well then, taking up photography has helped with that. I spend a lot of time forensically examining below the depths. My husband tells me there is nothing wrong with mind. Too much imagination. Hee hee.
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😀
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Creepy… these are great photo selections!
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Thank you, Amy. I had fun. 🙂
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Ha! I loved what you did with those photos!
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Thank you, Ann. I was getting into the Halloween spirit. 🙂
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Excellent photos, despite being… creepy. That is the second time I’ve seen someone use Radiohead. Creepy.
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You must have looked at Brian’s post (Bushboy’s World). He’s another Aussie. Purely coincidental and creepy, right? 🙂
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Ha!
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Love it! Your words have transformed the images.
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Thanks Su. 🙂
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I concur with the comments of your other readers! I wouldn’t mind reading a continuation of the story . . .
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🙂 Maybe one day, Liz. I hadn’t thought about it.
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Me too!!
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This is fantastic Tracy! Great words and photos (and choice of music)!
I so identify with the misfit dining alone.
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Thank you, Darren. Glad you liked it. Sorry you relate though. I have to say you seem perfectly normal to me. 🙂 ❤
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Love how you combined your beautiful photos with your dark and mournful story, Tracy!! 😄 So fitting and creative! That shot of the two flying birds (cuckoos?) is amazing!! And there’s something so wistful with empty benches… I can see another story there. 😉
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Thank you, Sarah. Only one was a cuckoo (ie. the one being chased by smaller bird). I’m not sure that I can do mosaics and stories. 🙂
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Well, you can take it from me – you definitely can do mosaics and stories!!! ☺
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Thank you.
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