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Thursday, September 17, 2009
Camping
A few months ago a friend of mine, who is an up-and-coming nature photographer, decided to spend a day and night alone in the woods outside of our town.
She wanted to get photos of the woods and wildlife as naturally as she could for her portfolio.
She wasn’t afraid of being alone, as she had camped by herself many times before.
She set up a tent in the middle of a small clearing and spent the day taking pictures.
She filled up four rolls of film on that trip, but when she went and got them developed she saw four pictures that unsettled her.
These four pictures were taken from inside the tent, of her, asleep in the middle of the night.
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