wire road

So I have this personal headcanon that a few months into her pregnancy, Sakura begins to notice crows. It’s not super often, especially at the beginning, but often enough to catch her attention. When she starts to get fatigued and asks Sasuke to stop for a short break in a small clearing or by a river or in a little café or on a bench in the town they’re passing through, there seems to always be a crow up in the branches above or on a telephone wire across the road. Sakura will chalk it up to her imagination when she thinks that it’s watching her. However, the more pregnant she gets, the more frequent these sightings seem to occur. Then, on the night before her water breaks, she has a strange dream about Itachi. Sasuke has told her Itachi’s story at this point, so the dream is serene. He’s at a distance from her, though watching her with quiet intensity. The smallest of smiles graces his face and he looks genuinely at peace, and if she squints hard enough there may be tears pooling in his dark eyes. He whispers something, and she has difficulty hearing him. She starts to move closer, asking him to repeat himself, but still he is too quiet. She desperately tries to get closer in order to hear him, but he disappears suddenly in a burst of crows. At that, she awakes abruptly in the early hours of the morning. She finds a crow only a few feet away, watching her intently. For some reason, two words ring through her mind in a voice that is not her own.

‘Thank you.’

It is then that she finds her water has broken, but she feels no panic in those first few moments. She is oddly at peace.

“Unwelcoming Invitation”

I’ve passed this barn many times now, and I always wonder what it looks like inside. From what I can see in the windows, it looks like some kind of thrift store, or maybe a storage place for a thrift store.
It’s much creepier looking at night, and this night was foggy, which we all know is a key ingredient of any good horror film.
I think this was the first time I saw the fence open, and since it no longer obstructed the view of the barn, I decided to get it in frame as well. (it also brings the creep factor up a notch, with bonus points for the barbed wire)

Hill Country Texas Gothic
  • A peaceful hike in the woods, and the house wrens and white wing doves are louder than usual. In the distance, gun shots are fired. This isn’t unusual. Then follow screams. The birds are quiet. 
  • During the summers, every Saturday the rodeo can be heard for miles. It always starts with cheering and singing and music, but as the night continues it turns into yelling, fighting, and incoherent growls. 
  • There’s a cemetery between Wal-mart and Discount Tires. It’s been there for 250 years. No one questions it, no one disturbs it. In fact, people have forgotten it exists. Yet it’s still there.
  • It’s a peaceful retirement town on the surface. Underneath, a history of meth houses, famous serial killers, and the witness protection program. Did you hear about the Russian family that disappeared in the middle of the night?
  • Lunch at Chili’s is never a bad idea, especially when you sit on the back porch and view the river. That is, until you notice the smoke coming out of the crematorium next door. 
  • There’s a sweet club of old ladies that wear purple hats. They do nothing but socialize and eat at local cafes. At least, that’s what we’ve convinced ourselves.
  • H.E.B. Here Everything’s Better. But we’re not so sure.
  • The skies are filled with buzzards. Hundreds of them, circling and circling. They’re on the telephone wires. There is no road kill anymore, and yet they stay, waiting. 
  • As the weather gets drier, the scorpions and centipedes and spiders find their ways inside our homes. “They’re just looking for a water source” we tell ourselves. What we don’t mention is what they’re hiding from. 
  • Strange noises come from outside every night. “Must be a coyote or mountain lion,” someone might say. “It’s the chupacabra,” might another. We know it’s much, much worse though. 
  • Everything is deep fried….
  • Secede. It’s just grumpy old men who hate politics. Secede. There’s no reason to. Secede. Everything is great! Secede. The national government told us so.  
  • What really happened to the Yellow Rose of Texas?

Night City Lights -  after the rain.