Goatman lives. I know it. I
remember, the first time I heard a story about him, I didn’t believe it.
Ghosts, I believed in. Spirits, sure. But a half man, half goat creature that
wandered the woods and terrorized people? This was too much, even for my
grandfather grew up in Northern Ontario, where his family worked in the mining
industry. He was the first one who ever told me about Goatman. One bitterly
cold winter, when he was just a boy, a huge snowstorm blew through the area.
remembered, at dinnertime, his father talking about how, when he was making his
way home after gathering some firewood in the woods, he saw in the distance the
figure of a man walking through the forest, bent against the wind and snow. He
had called to him, but received no answer. Everyone thought it was a wandering
vagrant, or someone who had gotten lost as the storm blew up, and was searching
night, though, Grandpa said that his family had woken up and seen what looked
like a man walking around the house, looking in the windows. Come morning, they
went to check it out. Instead of fresh human boot or shoe prints in the snow,
they saw cloven hoof-prints. And that’s where the story ended. His story,
grandparents had moved a couple of hours away from that area, and I grew up
living next door to them, in a gold mining town. I am an only child, and my
best friend was my cousin, Tanya, who lived in the same town. We’d spend every
summer in the woods around my grandparents and my house. Those woods had a
magical quality to them. They felt extremely safe and wholesome, like the
Hundred Acre Wood from Winnie the Pooh or something. We’d play for hours in
those woods, pretending we were Celtic princesses, or pioneer women. But one
day, we wandered a little too far.
was Northern Ontario, so our entire town was surrounded by bush and rock, being
part of the Canadian shield. Not far beyond the safe, happy-feeling woods
behind my grandparent’s house was the lake the town had taken its name from.
When I was little, it was a beautiful spot, but the mine had drained it do some
exploration. A chain link fence surrounded the perimeter and our parents had
always warned us not to go near there – it could be really dangerous.
was a show-off. At sixteen years old she was only one year ahead of me, but boy
did she lord it over me. She was petite, with graceful curves, blonde hair,
blue eyes and a flawless complexion. Boys fawned over her. I, on the other
hand, was an awkward fifteen year old, with thick, long brown hair, glasses,
braces and an acne problem. She was sweet, and always told me I was pretty and
helped me to feel better about myself, but she made no secret that she thought
she was drop dead gorgeous.
was also a lot more worldly than me. I was bookish, naive, and didn’t have
experience with boys. She’d already had several boyfriends and had tried
smoking and drinking – two things I refused to do. So, it didn’t surprise me
when she said we should travel down to the fence that bordered the drained-out
lake and flash the few guys who would be sitting in their diggers that were working there.
Long ass personal post cause I wanna share what I did today with all of youuuu <3
So yeah, there’s this event that happens for two days literally every summer called the Gold Rush Days in a reallllyyy old gold mining town that’s been around since the early 1800′s. A lot of the original buildings are still there and it’s a huge tourist trap but hey, it’s fun so I always go. Anyways, I got a few pictures/stories that I wanted to share just cause … well I want to :p
Jiufen (Pronounced Jo-fn) is a small town northeast of Taipei, formerly a gold-mining town during Japanese occupation. It’s become a popular tourist attraction due to its bustling “old street” market and unique cliffside architecture. The market stalls, winding streets and narrow alleyways directly inspired Miyazaki’s Spirited Away. While the market itself was crowded with tourists, the many residential sidestreets were very peaceful and picturesque. It’s quite the enchanting place!
Just a few of the many photos I took on a recent trip to northern Taiwan. I’ve been really enjoying street/travel photography lately - it’s a great way to explore, study lighting, people-watch, find the little details hidden in the world, and to practice composition on the fly. I’ll be posting more photosets from the trip here on my tumblr over the next two weeks!
1. We are the worlds most isolated capitol city. West australia is the biggest australian state, we’re the only city in it, and on one side theres about 1300 miles of desert to the next city, and on the other there is the ocean.
2. Its actually quicker to get to indonesia than it is another australian city. Everyone holidays to bali because you can get flight tickets for as low as $70 sometimes.
3. we’re known for that sweet sweet gold. We’re basically a mining town that got out of hand. Tonnes of people work FIFO, which stands for fly in, fly out, and they all hop on planes to go out to the desert gold/mineral fields to make that cash money. Kalgoorlie mine is the biggest in the world for gold, argyle mind is biggest in the world for diamonds, and broome has the biggest pearl industry. bling. Like every perth kid went on a school excursion out to the gold fields at least once.
4. there was actually talk of WA becoming it’s own country at one point because our mining industry basically made australia a lot of money, and because we’ve got a low population and the one city, that money wasn’t really coming back to us as much as it was going to the more important city’s like sydney and melbourne and canberra. but like, the idea was scrapped because it was kind of dumb. but if we WERE our own country, we’d be in the top 10 biggest countries in the world.
5. Heath ledger is from perth.
6. our transport network is called transperth, and i asked my best friend is he was mad they trademarked the name before the perth trans community could and he was like, damn i didn’t think about it but maybe we should be
Bodie, CA~ Circa 1877- California gold-mining ghost town. Walking through these deserted streets made us feel as if we were in a Clint Eastwood movie. This Wild West gold-mining town was as real as it gets. It was known for its rugged cowboys, endless shoot outs, brutal murders and 60+ saloons. Bodie hung on by a string until the 1930’s when the town became completely abandoned.
“Goodbye God, I’m going to Bodie.”- The town took on this motto after a little girl wrote this phrase in her diary as her and her family were headed to Bodie.