There's a nice little gazebo. Dark and spider filled, it suited our needs nicely. We took a couple shots but the headless one is my favourite. I think it was helped by the bulky white sweater I was wearing. It tricked the camera's aperature. Yay!
I love shadows and all the wonderful things you can do with them. I particularly enjoyed the irony of using lush green grass as our back drop. I call it Norman Bates meets Whistler's Mother. The purse over my shoulder changed my shape so that I looked considerably older and wider than normal. Still, I like it.
Hmmm, I don't seem to have any photos of the tree that fascinated me with the way the leaves and light played together. I do have one dark photo of me watching it all.I'm in shadow and holding my hair out of my eyes so I can see better. Check out the creepy shadow on my arm. The tree is eating me!
In the end I decided against the committment it would require to lie at the bottom of the broken stairs beneath the police tape. Besides, I prefer to throw the bodies down there, not be one myself.