In the midst of fitful dreams, mysterious voices summoned me to the Priory ruins of Dudley. They were persistent...I felt compelled to obey their ghostly calling.
By the time I reached the Priory, it was daylight, but ominous clouds and an eerie silence - save for the low moaning wind caressing ancient stones - made me feel somewhat out of step with time. Should there be any question that the barrier between the spirit world and ours was weakening, just around a darkened corner, the sight of a windswept harpist upon her lofty perch, removed all doubt.
Ms Lewis-Freeman began to walk through the ruins, where several lifetimes before, she had confided her love for the elusive Mr Moore. She searched high...
Noa, initially fearful of the strange forces that had conspired to bring her here, hid her own face behind a veil.
Whist Miss Lewis-Freeman and Noa joined forces to find the former's lost love...I encountered a pale stranger, seated on the old garden bench. I walked alone, back towards the ruins. I swear the stranger had remained seated...
...but suddenly, he was there in front of me again. I confess I was startled. But then, a momentary distraction - the calling of a crow - and I found myself alone once more.
At once, the music started...mesmerising, like a siren's call.
Could it be?
Could it really be?
And back to reality! These photos are the result of a Steampunk elopement shoot I had originally planned for a late September Sunday at a different location. Forced to postpone due to the abysmal weather forecast, those of us located closest to each other, namely Sonia, the make-up arist, (Sensual Passions), Noa Harpist and Tracey and Kevin, major players on the Steampunk scene (and all round good eggs), were keen to risk it. We hurriedly hatched our plan B, a Spooky Season photo shoot amongst the atmospheric Priory ruins in Dudley.
In spite of the deliberately dour expressions, we all had a blast and attracted a fair bit of attention on the day. Numerous people stopped us to ask us about the shoot or requesting photos.
The hours passed quickly and the whole team brought their A game. It's not every day you get to hang out with Dracula and his missus to the heavenly sound of harp music.
Because my skills don't stretch to fading out a soundtrack and overlaying an alternative audio track, I'm sharing a clip here of Noa playing the Metallica classic. Isn't she great?
Thanks to all involved for making a miserable Sunday so memorable!