So I went on a roadtrip to Websters falls, Ontario, again. This is a place with wonderful landscapes, fall colours, waterfalls …and George Webster’s grave. Every time I went there I did so for the gorgeous landscape, but this time it seems the story becomes more about the one less noticed element of Websters Falls… George Webster’s grave…
For reasons that I will keep to myself, I removed the image here.
Now I don’t mean to act like a superstitious scardycat, but it seems that every time I go there and read the inscription on the grave out loud to my friends, something weird and dislikable hapens shortly after.
In 2008 in November when I went there with Alyssa, quite a frightening fog came down and …although it made a perfect scenario for photographs, we ended up with the car broken into.
Now that I went there with my friends Daniel, David and Megan, I did the same thing, I read the inscription out loud with poetic expression and …well I’d love to say nothing happened. But later that evening while having dinner together, I managed to spill a whole cup of red wine over myself and Daniel… but the more curious thing is that within the last few days Megan’s place got broken into …of course through a window and stuff got stolen.
Coincidence? well that is what I’d like to know from YOU
Left to right: Megan, Daniel, David, Stefan
Looking out over the colours of autumn
The impressive Tews Falls: 4 vertical shots stitched together =)
Here’s also some new images from the photo session with Juan:
