Did I Photograph a Ghost? You Decide!
Five years ago, my family and I were fortunate enough to take a cruise on the Mediterranean. One of the first stops was a small French Riviera town called Ville-Franche, where the streets are terraced, slashes into the hillside, so the whole thing looks like it's about to tumble down into the sea. The most interesting thing about Ville-Franche, to me, was a street called Rue Obscura (literally, Hidden Street), so-called because the buildings on either side form a long closed block, and more housing has been built ABOVE the street, connecting the sides, turning Rue Obscura into a long tunnel into which little light enters. Old-fashioned lanterns are bolted to the walls inside this hidden way, and small alleys allow entrance at intervals along it from either side.
I took a bunch of photographs simply because I was fascinated by Rue Obscura and its look, and knew that I would take enough inspiration from it to write about it at least once, possibly more, and I wanted pictures for reference.
One of the pictures turned out to be something more. Take a good look. If you see what I see, I can promise you it wasn't there when I snapped the picture.
I'll leave you with this. I don't believe in ghosts, but I WANT to. The first time I looked at this picture, I can closer than I ever have before. But I still haven't had an experience that is enough to convince me 100%.