This is a ghost story.
A little while ago, after Hurricane Sandy raked through the Eastern Seaboard leaving destruction
in her path, my little plot of the Earth was without power. A few hours turned into a few days
turned into a week.
In that time, things weren’t back to normal. Things were shut down. My workplace was closed.
One afternoon under leaden skies, I pulled on my boots and took a walk. I walked up the road a
bit to an old farmhouse, one that I pass every day now.
I wouldn’t say I was trespassing, per se. At least I hoped I wasn’t. I just out for a walk and I
hoped nobody minded where I was headed.
Pretty soon, the land opened up to me and started to whisper a bit. I saw an old cross sunk in the
ground, broken down vehicles, an old tree stand.
As I was shooting this and that, I started to think, This is a ghost story.
It’s about things that were once there, once alive.
But are no longer.
It’s about the sum of all parts, and the end of the road.
It’s about things that mattered to someone at one point.
Now that point is over.
It’s not a sad story.
It’s just a story of what once was.
And what is now no longer.
It’s a ghost story.
Mark Krajnak – JerseyStyle Photography