Showing posts with label Mysterious Places. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Mysterious Places. Show all posts

Now Playing: Stalker (film and score)

What would you do if you were given the opportunity to fulfill your heart's wish?

The 1979 film Stalker (dir. Andrei Tarkovsky) is generally regarded as science fiction, but there is enough anticipation and visceral tension that I would consider it a psychological thriller as well, deeply philosophical and full of symbolic imagery and dialog, and overall very unsettling on multiple levels.  

The "stalker" in this story makes a living as a guide of sorts, hired by individuals to navigate them through The Zone, a dangerous forbidden place, to a mysterious room that grants the visitor his or her deepest desire. The landscape seems devoid of human life, overgrown, only crumbling ruins remain.

This film is a masterpiece, visually breathtaking despite its vivid imagery of filth, pollution, desolation, and decay in a seemingly post-apocalyptic society. The sound design and score are equally as incredible, haunting.

Stalker has quite a long running time at nearly three hours. Despite its slow, ponderous pace, it's never dull, it's full of beautifully composed & surreal imagery. This is one to watch and discuss with deep-thinking friends. This is one that's going to stick with me for a long time.

 Rating: 9/10 Jackos [🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃_ ]

Doll Village in Japan - Charming or Creepy?

Artist Tsukimi Ayano is a doll maker. Specifically, she has created over 350 handmade, human sized dolls that are placed in various locations throughout her childhood village in Nagoro, Japan -- and they outnumber the human inhabitants, of which only about 20 remain. 


The dolls are meant to take the place of former residents who has either passed on or moved away from the remote tiny village over the years. Her first doll, modeled after her late father, was intended as a scarecrow to help keep birds away from her gardens. 

In time, she has created hundreds of dolls, each with unique features, names, and personas. They are placed carefully around the village, engaged in various activities like waiting at the bus stop, teaching students in a classroom, playing, and fishing. The destination has become interesting to tourists, despite its remote location. 

I personally find this to be a bit heartwarming. What do you think? Cute or creepy?

Valley of Dolls from Fritz Schumann on Vimeo.

Read more:
https://offbeatjapan.org/nagoro-village-dolls-shikoku/
https://unusualplaces.org/nagoro-a-creepy-japanese-village-where-dolls-replace-the-departed/

 

 

Scary Hotels

I've watched about a zillion videos like this, but this one is pretty great - and included a bunch of places I hadn't heard of before. Fun watch on a Friday night.

Winter Solstice ponderings & wanderings

Long-ish naval-gaze-y post ahead.

I'm momentarily interrupting the Bad-vent Calendar posts for some thoughts on the Winter Solstice, darkness, and the beauty of the light. 

There's no debating that the past couple of years have been tough on literally everyone on this planet. To varying degrees, we've all been impacted by the stress of the pandemic. I'm not going to really get into that, but I wanted to acknowledge it, even if just for myself for this moment. 

It has been a dark time, and I've been struggling. The Bad-vent Calendar posts are meant to bring a bit of levity and humor to help me (and hopefully others) cope with the winter holidays, which are stressful enough even without a pandemic. 

I have a love-hate relationship with Xmas. I adore aspects of it - the lights, the cozy vibes, the get-togethers with loved ones. I despise the commercialism, phony sentimentality, forced participation, and stressful expectations. I always want to be in the holiday spirit, but it's an uphill battle that I kinda don't want to have to deal with in the first place. For most of my life, I've worked in industries that get crazy for holiday sales, and it can be really exhausting. That, combined with the lack of daylight hours and gloomy weather are hard on the brain.

Yet, there is an undeniable feeling of magic this time of year. Our ancestors from all over the world (at least in the Northern Hemisphere) knew this, too. The ancient Irish peoples knew that the Winter Solstice meant that the daylight hours would start to get longer again - the light of the sun was returning, slowly, to spread its warmth and energy to the land and its inhabitants. It was a time of hope and renewal. 

And it still is. We are all products of our ancestors, and even though some of the details and practices have changed, many of us still honor these winter celebrations in the second half of December, perhaps without even realizing the link to these ancient times. The prospect of the light emerging from a long period of darkness is deeply meaningful to us. 

I dunno about you, but I tend to get extra introspective during the darker months of the year, and reflect upon everything, question my life choices, realize with some dread that another year has flown by, etc. It's heavy. Herman Melville hit the nail on the head when he described the feeling of the "damp, drizzly November in my soul" in the classic novel Moby-Dick. After the excitement of the Halloween/Samhain season quiets down, all we're left with is the darkness that grows longer and longer every day.

And yet - the light endures.

I think that half the excuse for all the Xmas decorations is that we are light-starved, we crave it. We take the opportunities to drape lights everywhere, to bask in its glow. There's something about strings of Xmas lights/fairy lights that I've always found comforting, ever since I was a tiny child. 

I'm a "let's drive around and look at Christmas lights" person. Every year, no matter how cynical I feel about the winter holiday season, my heart always has room to love all the decorating with lights, from the most tasteful and stylish, to the most gaudy and tacky. If it shimmers, blinks, twinkles, glows, and/or shines, I'm hypnotized. I love it all. 

I might be at odds with some of the winter holidays, but Winter Solstice is something I truly appreciate, with its combination of both mystical and scientific aspects, both of which are relevant to my interests. I find various ways to observe the occasion, and this year I was able to attend a very special event centered around something else I love very much: trees. I'm about as obsessed with trees as I am with light.

This past Saturday, the Pacific Bonsai Museum (an outdoor gallery of bonsai trees) in Federal Way, WA, hosted its annual Winter Solstice event, which is the only time they are open to visitors in the evening. I've been to this space many times, and it's one of my favorite places on Earth; there's always something new to see there, with its rotating exhibits and the seasonal changes in the trees. I hadn't been often since the pandemic hit, but made it a point to attend this year's Solstice celebration. Although rain and wind were in the forecast, it stayed dry and calm while we visited.

(Content notice: some animated gifs of blinking lights ahead, for those sensitive to flashing lights)

The museum is set a bit away from the hustle & bustle of the city, on a beautiful campus lush with trees resembling a park, although much of it is private property. From the parking lot, a path lined with paper luminaries led us through the darkness to the entrance to the exhibit, which is enclosed with tall hedges around the perimeter.  

 

The trees designated as bonsai weren't directly adorned with lights for the event, but several were illuminated with soft spot lighting, casting dramatic shadows. Other trees and shrubs around the grounds were draped with strings of warm white lights. Visitors were encouraged to bring flashlights for navigating among the displays.

Each bonsai is enclosed in a plexiglass shelter during the colder months for extra protection from the rainy, windy Pacific Northwest winter weather. The texture of the enclosures gave an added aesthetic dimension, with some beautiful effects, as the light traveled through or bounced off the plexiglass. In the spring, these structures are removed, so the bonsai can be free in the open air and sunshine (contrary to popular belief, it doesn't rain constantly here).


The gallery's famous Domoto Maple, shown below, with a curtain of lights illuminating it from behind, made for a breathtaking display. This particular bonsai has a very colorful back story as well, which can be read about in the link above.


The other resident trees on the grounds of the museum may not be the focus of the exhibit, but on this night they had very important jobs as keepers of the light. Other trees on the outskirts, towering Douglas fir and others, felt like massive, shadowy sentinels, watching over all. To me, every tree is special and beautiful, no matter the size, age, history, or intricacy of its form, all important and necessary.


Each bonsai in the museum has a placard near its base, displaying several facts about it, including its species, age, the artist(s) who have a relationship with it, and facts about its origin.

And each tree has a distinct personality all its own. Some of the ones on display that night were new to me, some I'd seen many times before, and felt like visiting old friends.

 
I can't think of a better way to have begun Winter Solstice weekend. It was exactly what I needed - a stroll in the cool, fresh air, moving from shadow to shadow among living works of art, twinkling lights all around.  Although there were lots of other people in attendance, their presence wasn't very distracting; the overall vibe was calm, quiet, and respectful.
 
I carried that mood into the following days, spending some time bringing extra light into our home. And yes, we put up a Christmas tree. It's a really painfully cheap and beat-up artificial one, but with lights and some baubles added, it's beautiful and brings a peaceful glow to our living room. Even fake plastic trees are dear to me.

Plus, we have Krampus watching out for us, so that's a plus.

 
And of course, I am sharing some light with dear loved ones who have passed on, remembering holidays we had shared together.

I've spent the past three evenings tuning in to the livestream video broadcast from Newgrange (in Ireland), a significant, ancient, magnificent neolithic passage tomb aligned to the rising sun at Winter Solstice. They've had overcast weather, so alas, the inner chambers of this sacred space stayed quiet and dim this year. However, the three videos, now available to watch on Youtube (here, here, and here), were absolutely worth waiting up for and watching in their entirety. The hosts of the livestream gave fascinating presentations on the history, culture, and archeology of Newgrange and of similar monuments in Ireland and other parts of Europe. 


 (screenshot from the third livestream, one of the famous triple-spiral motifs carved into rock in the inner chamber at Newgrange)

If you're still reading up til this point -- thank you. I wish you happiness, health, and prosperity as we enter into the new year. I'll leave you with this - a photo I took of the full moon breaking through the clouds and rising over the bonsai museum the night I was there. 

(Click the pic for a piece of haunting winter music.)

 Bright days ahead. Happy Solstice to all.

Somewhere in dreams on Elm Street

Have you ever gotten up in the middle of the night to get a drink of water or whatever and couldn't be sure if you were actually awake, or just dreaming...?

[click the pic for some mood music]

(Photo by Petrichor & Pumpkins/ Nebulosus Severine/ CMPauluh 2021)

Getting freaky in Fall River & New Bedford

 This past Saturday was Halloween daytrip #1 for the 2021 season. Whenever I travel back east for Autumn, I get together with the usual suspects and plan at least one entire day outing which always ends in a haunted house-related event. This year's adventure was planned around Factory of Terror in Fall River, MA. 

It's absolutely true that New England in general is haunted af. Coastal towns like Fall River are even more fucking amplified. It's pleasant and charming enough on a sunny, balmy day, like this past Saturday, but don't let that fool you.

We got to town around noon and our first stop was at a flea market that had advertised itself as a Fall craft fair. Hmm, not so much, although a couple of the vendors had some Halloween/horror related stuff, including this shop, Wicked Weird.




 
The weather was perfect when we arrived, but by the time we left the flea market for our next destination, it was beginning to cloud over. Not surprising for this time of year. 
 
When we had first booked our tickets to Factory of Terror, I noticed that Fall River was just a stone's throw from New Bedford, wherein is located the New Bedford Whaling Museum, a bucket-list destination of mine since I first read (and became obsessed with) the novel Moby-Dick. So I convinced everyone to check out the museum with me.


I imagine New Bedford to be especially especially haunted as fuck, considering its violent past as one of the most important whaling ports in history. The ghosts of dead whales must lurk up and down every corridor, in between the crags of every cobblestone here. That's not even counting the other restless souls who probably linger nearby: widows pining for their husbands lost at sea; Indigenous ancestors betrayed by colonists; sailors who never made it back alive.


And as an animal lover who is particularly fond of whales, I'm not really sure why I also love the novel that is entirely focused on the hunting, brutalizing, and slaughtering of them. Fortunately, the museum devotes a lot of attention to the conservation of whales, not just the history of hunting them for oil.


The main entrance and lobby area displays some impressive, imposing life-size models of whales, and their giant skeletons hovering eerily from the rafters overhead. 
 

Glass cases present an array of other gruesome and fascinating objects: whale fetuses, teeth, brain models, vials of oil, and, yes, a whale penis.
 

Yes, that vertical object on the right is a genuine huge-ass whale penis.

 
In other rooms, there are boats, harpoons and hunting equipment, giant tree-trunk size lengths of rope, massive iron cauldrons, photos, clothing, paintings, and thousands of other whaling and maritime artifacts.

In this room, there is a scale model of a typical whaling vessel. Also, during our visit, there was weirdly a wedding party about to take place. According to the friendly gift shop attendant, the museum is a popular event space - who knew? Well, we do now!

 Across the street, more or less, is a microbrewery named after that infamous white whale, Moby Dick Brewing Company. We ventured out into the rainy afternoon for dinner there before heading to the haunt. Food was great and the beers were pretty damn good too, though I don't partake of it often.



They had these cute "tiki" style glasses too for fancy rum drinks.


As we walked back to the parking garage, night was beginning to set in. Despite it being a Saturday night, New Bedford and Fall River seem to be the sort of towns that just shut down almost completely by darkfall. Both are fairly large metro areas, with populations of roughly 100k people each. But here we were, the sun had barely set and there was practically nobody out and about.




There's all sorts of unsettling/creepy vibes here, from the old architecture, to historical buildings with dubious backstories, to the cobblestone streets, to the empty alleyways and the punched-in LCD screens in lobbies, to unpleasant looking figures in murals. 
 
I don't mean any of this in a critical or derogatory way at all, I honestly love the energy of these places.

Finally, it was about time for us to arrive at our main attraction, the infamous Factory of Terror.

 
A couple of the friends who came along had been to this one years ago, but it was my first time. I'd heard some things about a change in ownership that had a positive impact on the Factory, which had been getting a reputation as lackluster for a few years in a row. None in our squad knew what to expect.
 

Fortunately we didn't have to wait very long at all to get in. We had timed tickets and there was practically no line, which made us wonder if this haunt wouldn't be very good.

I have to say though, that I was pleasantly surprised to be wrong. I won't give too much away, but here are some of its positive aspects:
  • It looked to me as if the vast majority of the props and animatronics were home made, not in a negative way. Whoever puts this together didn't just throw a bunch of money down at Spirit Halloween and call it good. These sets were made by experienced DIY haunters. 
  • It didn't use any licensed characters or franchises (not that I noticed, anyway). Yes, to me that is a plus. I don't mind seeing famous movie baddies occasionally in haunts, but it's sort of being done to death in regards to everything else related to Halloween and I'm frankly really fucking tired of it. Of course I have my horror movie favorites, but their overuse makes them not scary anymore. (Familiarity can truly breed contempt -- or at least, boredom.)
  • The use of lighting, sound effects, and fog machine were great, and the actors were pretty energetic & enthusiastic.
  • The murals -- THE MURALS in this haunt -- those blew my mind. All were done in neon paints in great details - screaming skulls, flames, eyes, and other horror motifs, distributed along blacklight-lit corridors in one section of the haunt. They were fantastic, and combined with the sets in somewhat unconventional ways that I hadn't seen before in neon-themed haunts. I wish I knew the artist because I'd love to follow their work. The murals were, to me, worth the cost of admission. (Tangent: Haunted houses/yard haunts/etc. are a seriously underrated form of "outsider"/installation art -- but that topic is for another post)
  • There was a gift shop at the end with Factory of Terror tees and hats, plus "oddities" like preserved bat skeletons, crystals, incense, etc. Shut up and take some of my Spacebuxx.
  • The overall vibe of this haunt made me pretty damn nostalgic for the ones I used to adore back in the mid to late 90s. Huge, huge plus for me.
A few other details:
  • This is an indoor-only haunt, so inclement weather is not an issue. However, covid-safety might be an issue for some for this reason. Masks were not mandatory, but we wore them by choice.
  • Photos inside the main part of the haunt aren't allowed, which is pretty standard, but there is a photo op spot right when you first enter. One of the hosts will take a pic of your group & text it to you for free.
  • The walk itself wasn't too challenging. It's not fully accessible, but anyone who can walk shouldn't have much issue. It's dark in there of course, but the floor is mostly even and if you go take your time going thru the haunt, you will be alright. There's lots to see all around you so why rush, anyway.
  • Our whole experience from entry to leaving the parking lot took about an hour & a half. We arrived and parked around 7:30, our timed admission was for 8pm. By the time we got through the haunt, went to the gift shop, and hit the road, it was about 9pm. Of course, your experience may vary; as Halloween gets closer, wait times are likely to increase.



I recommend this haunt and give it 7 out of 10 jackos.
[🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃_ _ _ ]

And on the way out of town, don't forget to appreciate the creepy looking buildings in the city. Industrial areas like this always make me feel some type of way. A creeped-out-but-I-don't-know-why way.
 Preeeeeetty sure I saw this shit in a nightmare at some point in my life.

And that's how I spent my first Halloween day trip in 2021! More adventures coming up soon.

Mysterious places: The Mima Mounds of Washington state

I recently paid a visit to a strange and beautiful place just a little further south of Olympia, WA (the state capital) known as the Mima Mounds, ("MY-mah") a 600+ acre nature preserve with unusual features: an expanse of hilly mounds that are fairly equal in size, height, and distribution which formed thousands of years ago.

The weirdest part is that, despite extensive research nobody knows for sure exactly what created them/how they got there.

I first became intrigued with the Mima Mounds a few months ago when I watched a virtual video tour about them by Pretty Gritty Tours, a Tacoma, WA based local business that conducts historical and cultural walking tours of Tacoma and the surrounding area. Since the pandemic, the Pretty Gritty team has offered quite a number of engaging virtual tours to help keep themselves and their patrons occupied and entertained. The Mima Mounds video tour is a fascinating, in-depth look at the site, including the history and science surrounding them - I've linked it at the end of this post, and I highly recommend it.

But, as with most things, you can't really get a sense for what a place is like til you go there and experience it for yourself.

The first striking thing about this place is how quiet it is

At least, it was the afternoon I visited.

Yes, that is to be expected in more rural parts, but anyone from western WA knows how hard it is to find true quiet anywhere near the I-5 corridor. I've been to lots of parks and nature areas of WA, and very rarely have I experienced peaceful silence like I found at the Mima Mounds.

We were also very fortunately to arrive on a beautiful day and at the ideal time, the mild golden hour before sunset. There was a slight breeze and the temperature was perfectly comfortable.

It's a surreal feeling to wander amongst the mounds, with only the birds for company. We saw only about 5 other human beings the entire time we were there (2 were leaving as we arrived, then a small group arrived after we did, but quickly went their own direction and out of sight/earshot).

It was surprising to find a beautiful park so empty, when most places like this are thronged with weekenders taking their evening strolls at this hour. It's almost eerie how quiet it was -- but in a comfortable way, not unsettling in the slightest.

Beautiful flowers and vegetation are plentiful here, and the tall golden grasses catch the sunlight and seem to glow. Meandering through here feels meditative, like walking a labyrinth. Old Earth magic resides here.

Notice the weird glitch in the above photo, it looks almost cut in half, and darker on the bottom - no idea how or why that happened.


 
You can learn more about the Mima Mounds by watching the Pretty Gritty Tours video below. 
 
 
 
(all photos copyright Petrichor & Pumpkins)