And so you ask me, "Say, what do Norm's move and a sun-spoilt shoot have to do with one another?" And I reply thusly; "Norm's air-conditioned shop is mostly emptied out, Norm's a generous guy, and he offered us the use of the space for Witch photography." Thanks for working with me on that one, gang.
So Sean and I have spent some time in that little building, as our frequent readers will note. We had a vague idea that the building would be satisfactory for our needs, but we wanted to go in and measure stuff out, turn that vagueness into something with a concreteness about it.
|Concrete like what this building is not.|
|TOLD ghost stories? We were kinda IN one...|
Last night Sean and I dismantled our current set-up and packed it all into his truck.
|There lies our biggest fan. Sorry, Angelo.|
|Remember this face, children, for it is he, the bringer of all nightmares.|
|The new craze that's sweeping the nation...|
|I don't have a pun for this one, but all the other pictures have captions...|
|Michael C. Hall has really let himself go...|
Oh... I almost forgot. When he was sweeping, Sean found a dead, petrified frog. Which Norm decided he was going to keep and so placed it in a jar. Who the hell else would you ever want working on your witch make-up?
|You thought I was kidding, but this is a thing that happened...|