Time Series
Title: Time Series
Word Count: 466
Author's Notes: I took this in a different direction... I guess you'd call it horror?
Image 1
The upper right corner is obscured by the tip of the photographer’s finger.
A young woman is in the center of the frame. She is jogging along a greenway. She wears black yoga pants cut off at the knee and a sports bra with green and blue stripes. An ipod is clipped to her belt. The sun filters through the canopy and highlights the sheen of sweat gathering between her shoulders.
There is no one else on the path.
Image 2
The woman is in the left third of the frame. One hundred yards ahead of her, a large rock forces the pavement to curve to the left. The edge of the rock appears dark and slightly nebulous.
There is no one else on the path. The photographer’s finger is nowhere to be found.
Image 3
The woman is back in the center of the frame. Her head is down and her form is frozen in the flying instant between steps, before gravity pulls back down. She does not see the blackness creeping around the edge of the rock in front of her.
There is no one else on the path.
Image 4
A solid black cloud occupies the center of the path. Its edges are frozen mid-roil, and in the darkness it is just possible to make out lots of sharp, gray somethings.
The woman is twenty-five yards away. She has not yet seen the thing that bars her way.
There is no one else on the path.
Image 5
The woman’s face is caught between surprise, horror and disgust. She is stuck halfway between going forward and running back, her body contorted in the instant the shutter clicked.
The blackness reaches for her, its edges like ten thousand eager arms. It is less than five yards away.
There is no one else on the path.
Image 6
One of the woman’s white shoes is visible beneath the cloud, and one hand can just be seen groping for an escape. The edges of the cloud are moving so fast that they blur in the frame.
There is no one else on the path.
Image 7
The woman’s ipod lies on the path, one earbud intact and the other ripped off and lying a few feet away. A scrap of blue fabric, the edges shredded, rests on the edge of a crack in the rock. Spatters of dark red speckle the pavement.
The cloud hangs, condensed, in the left third of the frame.
There is no one on the path.
Image 8
The photographer’s finger obscures the top right corner of the frame.
A small piece of the path can be seen in the lower right corner.
The rest of the frame is obscured by darkness.
Image 9
Black static fills the frame.
Word Count: 466
Author's Notes: I took this in a different direction... I guess you'd call it horror?
Image 1
The upper right corner is obscured by the tip of the photographer’s finger.
A young woman is in the center of the frame. She is jogging along a greenway. She wears black yoga pants cut off at the knee and a sports bra with green and blue stripes. An ipod is clipped to her belt. The sun filters through the canopy and highlights the sheen of sweat gathering between her shoulders.
There is no one else on the path.
Image 2
The woman is in the left third of the frame. One hundred yards ahead of her, a large rock forces the pavement to curve to the left. The edge of the rock appears dark and slightly nebulous.
There is no one else on the path. The photographer’s finger is nowhere to be found.
Image 3
The woman is back in the center of the frame. Her head is down and her form is frozen in the flying instant between steps, before gravity pulls back down. She does not see the blackness creeping around the edge of the rock in front of her.
There is no one else on the path.
Image 4
A solid black cloud occupies the center of the path. Its edges are frozen mid-roil, and in the darkness it is just possible to make out lots of sharp, gray somethings.
The woman is twenty-five yards away. She has not yet seen the thing that bars her way.
There is no one else on the path.
Image 5
The woman’s face is caught between surprise, horror and disgust. She is stuck halfway between going forward and running back, her body contorted in the instant the shutter clicked.
The blackness reaches for her, its edges like ten thousand eager arms. It is less than five yards away.
There is no one else on the path.
Image 6
One of the woman’s white shoes is visible beneath the cloud, and one hand can just be seen groping for an escape. The edges of the cloud are moving so fast that they blur in the frame.
There is no one else on the path.
Image 7
The woman’s ipod lies on the path, one earbud intact and the other ripped off and lying a few feet away. A scrap of blue fabric, the edges shredded, rests on the edge of a crack in the rock. Spatters of dark red speckle the pavement.
The cloud hangs, condensed, in the left third of the frame.
There is no one on the path.
Image 8
The photographer’s finger obscures the top right corner of the frame.
A small piece of the path can be seen in the lower right corner.
The rest of the frame is obscured by darkness.
Image 9
Black static fills the frame.