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Hey, I'm Laura, and this is my blog of art things. I came across some very weird photographs recently, and have been getting a lot of emails about them -- if this is your first time here, you might want to check out these posts.
If Amanda's death has been hard for you, Jack from WKAPFM has been kind enough to host a place you can find emotional support here.

Fireflies in a jar.

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Sep
16th
Tue
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I went for a walk today, just to get some fresh air.  Needed to stop staring at a computer for a few hours, and not be near the phone!  The good thing is I was working from home today, soooo.  It’s a much nicer walk.  

I found this weird art project thing when I went out, though.  I think someone abandoned it, or threw it away?  I might send it into Found.

Here’s a really bad scan from my roommate’s cheap home copier/scanner/fax machine thing.



It’s pretty a crap scan, you can’t really tell what it is from this.  I took a bunch of photographs of it when I found it earlier, but then my camera ran out of batteries.  I’ll post more when I get a second.

Sep
17th
Wed
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Right. So I got my camera back up and running, and uploaded the photos from yesterday to my Flickr account. Hooray. I’ve posted several of the photos from my walk yesterday here— I was taking the shortcut on the bank alongside the train tracks, like I usually do, and taking photos of everything, like I usually do.


Pretty train, pretty tracks.

Normally I’m nimble and quick when I dip across the bank by the tracks, and no one is the wiser.

When I was taking this photo though, I saw something bright blue in the viewfinder.

I got up closer, and took a shot of this rusty tin can and cookie tin-thing, in what I think is a rabbit hole. I’m not sure what rabbit holes look like, but I think this is definitely one.

So, er, then I got worried for the rabbits, and took it out. Someone might have shut them in, and I couldn’t help picturing these half-starved baby bunnies, huddling at the end of a dark dirt corridor behind this giant scary blue tin.

So here I am, rescuer of tiny bunnies, removing the tin. Hooray.

And noticed there was a plastic bag poking out of it, so I opened it. And there were PHOTOGRAPHS inside.

Naughty photographs.

And other oddnesses.

But some of them were of these women.

Or woman. I can’t really tell, but it definitely looks like there’s one woman who shows up in several of the photographs.

I guess they’re some sort of art project?

Except I have no idea why they’d be sitting in a box in a hole in the grass.

I wasn’t sure if I should leave it there, or not. I couldn’t in good conscience put it back in the rabbit hole.

But I guess fate stepped in. At that point, a train pulled up and literally STOPPED in front of me. The conductor rolled down his window and told me in a very stern voice “miss! you are not allowed to be here, this is private property.” Damn. He literally held up the train there until I crossed back to the nearby train platform. Guess he thought I was a jumper. I grabbed the box without thinking, and brought it home. No idea what to do with it now. But it’s in my bedroom. Frame it? Send it away for publication as a weird found art piece? Maybe I’ll do a poll.


Sep
22nd
Mon
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I Should Have Put It Back In The Rabbit Hole

  • I've gotten a bunch of comments and messages on my Flickr account about the photographs. Someone said I should take them to the police, but I think they were joking. Someone else said the girl in the photos was named Miss Palmer, but I don't know who that is. Then, yesterday, I got a message from wkapfm.com, asking if I was on IM. He sent me a message soon after.
  • Jack: what is this?
  • Me: Excuse me?
  • Jack: the photographs. what kind of twisted shit is that.
  • Me: Oh. Yeah, aren't they weird? Some art school thing, I guess.
  • Jack: ...
  • Me: Hello?
  • Jack: you don't know?
  • Me: Know what?
  • Jack: Fuck. how is that possible? look, let me give you a number to call. I think we need to talk.
  • . . .
  • I haven't called him yet. I'm a little nervous.
Oct
3rd
Fri
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I called Jack.  Jesus Christ.  Sooooo.  Uh.

Right. 

A) This is one of those instances when not having a television is a Really Bad Thing.
B) This is also one of those instances where avoiding the news means I miss things.

Like.  This woman named Amanda Palmer.  Apparently missing.  For a while. 

The police came and picked up the photos.  Evidence, they said. Though I don’t know how.  If they’re really her…  the photos still don’t make any sense. 

But I get why everyone’s upset.

Oct
19th
Sun
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Well. One good thing has come out of this madness. (Is that too crass to say? It might be.)

I got an art exhibition from someone Jack put me in touch with.

Also.  It’s really weird.  I went to make tea this morning, and found a photograph of a man in my sugar bowl.  He had a moustache.  I have no idea how it got there.

Apr
10th
Fri
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It gets weirder

I got an email today, with a bunch of images attached, and an address.  I wrote back, and the email bounced.

I have no idea what to make of it.

I know they found her body, and I don’t know if someone’s trying to tell me something.