It's fifty yards from the back of the house to the edge of the woods. Where, on a moonless night,
I enter a darkness so complete it's dizzying. A blackness into which my mind stretches, expands
and populates with creatures large and small. Deer, raccoon, groundhog, fox, vole. Like ghosts
they are innocuous in daylight, but threatening in the dark. I want to capture them, reveal
these spirit creatures both for what they are, and for what my mind imagines them to be. Not just
eyes glowing in the woods, ghosts from another time.