Her one photo, kohl-eyed, and he's bent close, alive
The Griffin Museum of Photography in Winchester has a stunning exhibit: photographs taken in the ruins of the hospital buildings on Ellis Island between 1998 and 2003. They are the closest I know to true spirit photography; they glow like old stained glass, some of the most beautiful images I have ever seen and the most haunted. Lead paint has ruined to the bluish violet of winter dusk and flaked down to cover the floor like rain. Ivy bursts in through a half-sashed window, holding the barren frame in place against a flame of late sun. The Statue of Liberty is reflected, small and exact as an icon, in the mirror over a rust-drained sink in the tuberculosis ward. I had not even known the museum existed; I found it through a mention in the Boston Globe. Go, if you can. Look, if you don't believe me. My great-grandmother Ida Friedman came to this country with a man who in some stories is her fiancé, in others her lover; all the way from Vishnevets in the Ukraine, but at Ellis Island he was sent back because of his health. He might be one of the ghosts in these rooms, whose absence is as tangible as a presence. The air is charged with them. I only marvel that they cannot be seen.

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Incredible.
Those photos are just breathtaking. I do see exactly what you mean by spirit photography....
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Yes. Close enough for you to come see?
Those photos are just breathtaking.
They are even more so in person. Some have the same dimensions as a full-length portrait; they look like doors and windows themselves, opening inward. Their depth and detail is extraordinary.
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Actually, Winchester's not really any closer or farther away from here than Boston/Cambridge/Burlington--I think of them all as being about the same. *Sigh* if I do get over that way, I'll go take a look. (If the exhibit is still up.)
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It runs through the end of March . . .
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