Showing posts with label Asheville. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Asheville. Show all posts

Wednesday, August 24, 2011

Orbs, Energy and Kinda Creepy Stuff

So . . . are you a believer in ghosts and other paranormal manifestations? Or do you think it's all a bunch of rubbish that can be refuted with science or common sense? And have you ever gone on a ghost tour?

Enterprising businesses have tapped into the "ghost tour" market.  People pay good money to traipse around city streets after dark and hear a guide tell tales of ghostly legends and sightings at various stops along the tour route. Most are actual walking tours, but some entice the ghost hunter to move along in style. The Atlanta "Ghosts & Legends" tour (a whopping $60.00 a pop, thank you) includes the use of the Segway. Apparently, they're not just for mall cops anymore.

My daughter, Stephanie, visited Asheville, North Carolina with her beau. They participated in one of the walking ghost tours there. Their guide told them that they might have "orbs," or spirit/ghost energy from these haunted spots appear in their photos. He made no promises, but said it was quite common in the spots they would be visiting.

Now, my Stephanie is a practical girl, not given to flights of fancy.  (Dare I say it? She is a nerd and a bookworm. Her idea of a rollicking fun time is writing a term a paper on the Canterbury Tales.) So when she called to tell me their camera did, indeed, pick up the orbs---unseen except in the photos---my curiosity was piqued. She assures me there was no tampering with the camera. None of the orbs which dotted the photos during her ghost walk presented themselves again in any photos taken in the days prior to or after the ghost walk.

Here you go -- untouched photos from the Asheville ghost tour.  I encourage you to enlarge the photos to get a better look at the orbs.

Taken at the site of the old city jail. That big orb is not the moon.


 
A church, built over a Native American burial ground. Look at all the orbs!




Bridge, site of suicide of a woman named Helen. Note the orbs, large and small.





No ghosties. Just my Stephanie and her guy, Brett. Cute, huh?

After seeing the pictures, I did some Googling. The scientific community explains the orbs as dust particles enhanced through the digital flash. The paranormal faction has explanations that refute the dust claim. I will say this: None of Stephanie's other nighttime pictures had orbs; none of her day shots had orbs either (except for those easily identified as light reflections from the sun).

Upon enlargement and inspection, the orbs all seem to have a pattern inside them, which I find fascinating regardless of their true origin. Even if it is just dust, it's pretty cool.

What's your opinion? Fluke or remaining energy from some departed spirit? Ghosties or glitches? What do you really think? And do you have a ghost sighting/story to share?

See you for next for Book Blurb Friday!
Lisa

Wednesday, June 2, 2010

Busting Out All Over!

Happy June!

June is a wonderful summer month that gifts us with Father's Day, June bugs, and blooming gardenias. This year, Joe and I celebrated its coming over the Memorial Day weekend with a wedding anniversary trip to Asheville, North Carolina.  That's us in front of the sign at the Wright Inn, the bed & breakfast where we were spoiled for three days. I fussed about this pic because Joe is hiding behind my hair.  He told me to quit whining. So much for romance.

When our beach plans fell through we thought of Asheville where we had, many years ago, spent a fantastic family vacation. Our visit over the past weekend only reinforced our affection for this quirky little mountain city.

We cruised the Blue Ridge Parkway, hunted waterfalls and hiked.  We had so much fun I didn't complain even once that the moist air Brillo-ed my hair, or grumble about my butt muscles aching from climbing mountain trails. (There are, like, actual muscles back there. Who knew? And where are they usually?) 
























When not discovering aching body parts about which I was previously unaware, we explored downtown Asheville.  The stores and restaurants are unique and the people pleasant. Also, Asheville is an unusually dog friendly city.  Leashed dogs visit stores and curl up by their owners' feet at outdoor cafes.  As dog lovers, this feature of a city we have grown to love only serves to enhance our desire to return.

In the meantime, June is, as Rodgers and Hammerstein so aptly put it, busting out all over! Asheville or Atlanta, June doesn't care. She is bursting with explosive colors and heady, sweet scents, and demanding that we bask in her glow.

Off to bask -
Lisa