Wing-Feather Fables: Carnie Ghosts

The carnie life – with its scent of deep-fried chocolate wafting through the air. What’s it like – behind the scenes of the carnival, when it arrives on the first warm day of spring?

Carnie Ghosts

Dead carnies don’t need a bench to sit on, but they’ve got one just the same. Cold, black metal, punched with holes. None but a ghost — a carnie ghost, whistling tattoo memories — would choose it.

Read the rest of the story here.

Photograph by Brenda Gottsabend; Story by Lisa Ahn

Read more about Wing-Feather Fables here.



Posted on January 30, 2013, in Wing-Feather Fables and tagged , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 4 Comments.

  1. Pure magic, rich in words and the visuals they conjure.

    • Kathryn – yes, I am always amazed at the worlds Lisa can summon from a single image. I pinch myself each time – grateful to provide the visual spark for her imagination.

  2. Lovely stark contrasts–cool shot (literally)!

    • The bench just looked so very lonely, sitting there on the children’s playground, surrounded with nothing but white snow. I thought it deserved a portrait.

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