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| These are photos I snapped last night of the moon reflected in the pummeling waves on shore. |
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| I'm not sure what I can do with the pictures that would help to capture the intensity of last night's atmosphere and setting. Needless to say, it was amazing. If you like these, check out the moon-wave video I have a few posts below. |
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| Amazing! |
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| Enough to make you want to move to the beach. |
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| We felt fairly certain that this is a haunted beach house. It towers just over the dunes that we have to cross to reach the beach. Dark, weather-beaten, sad... there is no way to access unless a mysterious trap door exists somewhere on its underbelly. |
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| Interestingly, the house doesn't appear much less brooding or foreboding in the light of day. |
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| The consensus of the less imaginative members of our group by the light of day is that the owners may have suffered some significant damage in one of our recent storms, received FEMA money and did nothing with it, or perhaps are still waiting for payment to remodel from FEMA and/or their insurance provider. |
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| This house is enough to inspire a short story. I can imagine all sorts of evil history that may have taken place inside. Perhaps the scene of a gruesome series of murders of pretty college co-eds in the early nineties. Maybe the site that witnessed the last days of an oil baron from Texas as he brought his family here during his descent into madness. Maybe, like Mark Z. Danielewski's house on Ash Tree Lane in his amazing novel House of Leaves, this house has ever-changing and mind-expanding interior proportions that one can only begin to discover after one discovers that the house is clearly larger on the inside than its outside allows. |
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