Posted: March 31, 2013 in Black and White, Deserted, Details, Flash Fiction, Industrial, Photography, Wabi Sabi, Winter, Wisconsin

Same day, same location. Different lens, different finishes.

Different story as well.


A lonely outpost at the edge of the universe with a cold so bitter, a new scale had been developed just to measure it.  The deep and crushing sense of isolation that pervaded the planet, however, was beyond measure.


I knew the secret was hidden here, probably in plain sight. I slipped through an unguarded portal…


and followed the deserted pathway, skirting the inhabited areas of the post. Or so I thought.


“Going somewhere?”

  1. Jeanne Heuer says:

    This is what you get when you pair an English Major with a camera!

  2. Great set of images…a budding graphic novelist? The story is a perfect match.

  3. Karen Taylor says:

    I can seriously feel how cold it is.

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