The main shot from our Halloween shoot, this is the image I envisioned when I first started planning our shoot. In the middle, levitating, is Ama, our murdered native american. Encircling her are the wives of the settlers that killed her. And she will have her revenge.

Beneath the murky waters lies,
Full of dark and anguished cries,
A spirit gripped by her demise
Within her sodden grave.

With vengeance that the settlers wrought,
Boiling like the kettles broth,
Ama cooks a bloody plot.
The settlers wives will pay.

The sun has fallen from the sky.
From the swamp does Ama rise,
Her voice much like a sirens cry
Calls to the ones she craves.

One, two, three, then four
The sleepers stumble out their doors
Beckoned to the muddy shore
And to their watery graves.

35mm · f/1.4 · 1/80s · ISO 500
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Greg Desiatov's picture

Frickin creepy!!! Love it