“I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration.” – Frank Herbert, “Dune”Gore, macabre, death, horror, torture and pain generate fear; blood-curdling, ice-veined, paralytic fear.
Fear is something we avoid. It clouds judgment and reason. It shudders the soul. But during one time of the year we embrace it. We seek it, both young and old alike. The sky darkens. Trees shed foliage and bare skeletal limbs, twisted as if in agony by howling wind. Fall begins, and Halloween creeps upon us. And for some strange, deep, psychological reason, we want to be scared.
Our roaming photographer translated that sense of fear mixed with insane jubilation at a fright house in Rhome two years ago. The dilapidated and abandoned white block school house created a perfect setting.
Using available light with a side flash created depth while maintaining a subdued, spooky feel.
So get scared this Halloween. Visit the local ghoul house in Alvord or go on the haunted hayride in Rhome. Wallow in the fear. Because in the end, we don’t really enjoy the grave fear itself, we crave the euphoric sense of relief and safety that follows. It’s hard to know pleasure, until you first understand discomfort.