Mysterious Thread

She just took a regular picture. Didn't mess around with anything other than click.
Will ask for more info from sister.

 

And the road, 20 or 30 miles away, has been there since that time. Headlights, tail lights, lanterns, whatever - things invisible in daylight are visible at night.

There are odd things, but Marfa isn't one of them.

I took these pictures this winter right at my house. It's called "Fata Morgana" and best to google it instead of my trying to explain the optics.

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Now THAT is cool!

 

Here is a "ghost" for you Poppy. Just left of center.

30 second exposure. The unknown gentleman that was standing there grabbed his bag and walked out of frame just after I snapped the shutter open.

 

Another...Ghosts golfing?


Nah...15 second exposure with moving subjects.

 

I have a friend that "makes" pictures using this long exposure technique...looking at her pictures it reminded me of time...how one fixed point in space can have a fire truck, a person, a dog all in the same space, divided by only time. Being able to re-create an effect doesnt discount the initial phenomena neccesarily.
But i DO think that 99% of pictures are camera effects, deliberate or not...

 

Fata Morgana is caused by a thin "lens" of cold air lying on a surface of warmer ground or water with warmer air above. In effect, you're looking through a lens edge on. I used to see this in the Bering sea in summer. In extreme conditions you could see a ship or island seemingly a few miles away, but radar would confirm that it was well over the horizon. The cold air bends the light, something like water does when looking into a pond at a fish, but Fata bends the light over distances of many miles.

Because it happens in cold weather, most people wouldn't think it was a common mirage. And it's different; you're not just seeing a lake that doesn't exist, you're seeing real things, ships, mountains, towns (or lights) that are fifty or more miles away, beyond the horizon. Sometimes lofted into the sky, sometimes seemingly on the surface.

I don't suppose it explains very many odd visions or photographs, but it could explain some of them. I was very surprised to see Fata Morgana in this desert valley. I thought it was something only seen at sea, but when I thought about it, it made perfect sense. The cold night air flows down from the mountains and collects on this flat valley floor. The ground contains residual heat from the day before. The air above it is warmer than the air that flowed down from the surrounding mountains. You have a thin lens of cold air sandwiched between warmer ground and air. It creates "Fata" for an hour or so after dawn.

 

Digital cameras are very capable of registering infra red light....more so than film so it is likely you will see in photos some of what your eye cannot see when dealing with spaces having air masses of different temperatures which often results in the halo effect around people and animals, aliens, or poppy's skeletal heat emitting bones. It may be said that some northern lights may emanate from the south depending on what a fellow has lunched on earlier in the day. Confucias says beware lest ye smell an orb before actually viewing it digitally. ..............or perhaps he predated digital and my memory is only convenience.

 

To a point...

Most of the digital cameras made after 2004 have very aggressive IR filters on them, so IR is not the problem it used to be...unless you are shooting long exposure times and at high ISOs.

 

There really appears to be a man just standing there observing. Weird.

 

Unless...you know...there really is a man standing there watching the fire.

 

I had a dream the other night that Michael Douglas was a hotel clerk...he had a suit for me behind the counter....then he had to get some shoes for me that fit.....then, I realized, we were in a movie, acting together....is this weird or mysterious? I see him on the Streets of San Francisco every Sunday....

 

Had the same dream B7, except it was Harrison Ford, I was a valet- and he wanted me to retrieve his Ford Falcon.
Both weird and mysterious...What are you doing in San Fran.

Sista is coming to town. Will grill her about the specifics. Her friend maintains there was nothing in picture other than fire and cabin.
Don't want to wear the defender of the unknown hat.
Just saying everyone knows at least 1 mystery they or history/science cannot readily explain. Doesn't have to be ghost/ ufo/ monster.
Simple synchronicities are enough to make anyone wonder.

 

almost all of this is simply current ignorance....anything we cant explain instantly comes from the "nether" world...either from above or the devil's work. C'mon Pops...theres truly IS a scientific explanation for all of this...That doesnt dicount these things, just gives a reason for them. Our human minds love to travel to and wonder about other worlds...now theres something to ponder...

 

Of course there is a reasonable answer.
We just don't know what the heck it is.
Not talking god and demons. Just inexplicable stuff. People put their own perceptions/labels on weird stuff, because it reflects what they worry about.
Are traumatic/ecstatic events/sounds possibly stored into local environment (granite, water) like some kind of tape recorder, being replayed over and over.
Or many people are just plain nuts-reporting voices, seeing/feeling things that just aren't there.

 

Many brain abnormalities could open new abilities and close off others...Look at Autism as an example...dificient in some areas, superior in others.
Aliens have taken over from the devil mostly...Its a need to know, ignorance breeds fear and fear breeds hate....Sorry was channelling Yoda there for a sec!

 

Calgary has a business that employs autistics. They are sticklers for detail, and seem to find pleasure in the miniscule details that are often missed by the normals.
http://www.spiegel.de/international/germany/sap-to-hire-hundreds-of-people-with-autism-by-2020-a-901230.html

 

Sheldon on Big Bang Theory is classic high functioning autistic...Irony is he's not smart enough to realise!

 

OK, I'm going to tell a story that I never share anywhere, especially on the intertubes.

It's funny, but even my brother who shared the event won't talk about it. I hesitantly brought it up once years later, but he didn't want to talk about it even with me - and I don't tell people about it either. I don't know why. It makes me feel funny.

Anyway, to make a short story long, my mother was a genuine hillbilly from eastern Kentucky which was a bigger deal then than now. She was young, badly educated, naive, and came to Detroit during the war years like a lot of people, to get work in the war industry. Her first job was as a waitress in Greek bakery and coffee shop. The older man who ran the bakery was a Greek immigrant named George Politics (he had changed his last name because nobody could pronounce it). And he took a liking to my mother in a fatherly way. He once punched the lights out of some young guy who made the wrong remark to my mother, the waitress. He became "Papa George" to my mother and if she went on a date, the first one was always to George's bakery for coffee and pastry. If Papa George approved then there might be a second date, if not that was it.

I'm trying to draw the story here to explain that he became her father - her real father was far away in Appalachia, no telephones, etc. He lent her money. He lent her books - classic literature. Educated her. Anyway, she once came in on a first date with a young returned soldier and Papa George told her later that she should keep that one and don't let him get away. That was my father.

Years later we (our family) was living in a small town in the country and three or four times a year, Papa George would arrive (usually late at night because of the bus ride) and it was a huge deal to us. He'd have bags of wonderful Greek pastries and a couple of bottles of heavy Greek wine that he'd drink with my dad in the evening. My brother and I would go for long walks with him carrying a loaf of bread because he loved to sit and feed the ducks in the creeks around town. He would tell us stories about ancient history - Greek history. He was my 3rd grandfather.

One night in bed I smelled those Greek pastries that filled the whole house when he came. I tapped the bottom of the upper bunk (my brother) "Do you smell that?" "Yup, Papa George is here!" It was strict, we couldn't get up after bed time, but we knew there would be sweet pastries for breakfast and we'd take a walk, sit under a willow feeding ducks and hear about Plato or Spartans chopping up Persians - something interesting.

When I got up my mother crying at the kitchen table. Somebody had called. Papa George was dead.
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KB,

You would probably be surprised how common an occurrence that is. I have heard several similar stories from friends and family members that involve smelling a particular scent associated with the person, or a dream where the person just stopped in to check on the friend/family member. Then, shortly afterwards, the friend/family member learns that the particular person had passed.