Camp Meeting Pt. 3 // The Nighttime

    Walking around the campground at night was a lot less creepy than I imagined it being. The older kids at camp used to tells us ghost stories about the campground. I could point out to you the cabins that were "haunted". I remember one year I got so freaked out my Nana had to get out of bed, Lord bless her, and come over to mine to pray for me to sleep well... I think I've realized now that ghosts don't haunt places, they haunt people. I feel like, in some ways, you can see my ghosts in these pictures. My memories, my connection to this place. Constantly, I am crossing paths with my past self on these streets. 

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