Day 2881: Ghosts

According to Merriam Webster, a ghost is

1: the seat of life or intelligence : SOUL
“give up the ghost”
2: a disembodied soul
especially : the soul of a dead person believed to be an inhabitant of the unseen world or to appear to the living in bodily likeness
3: SPIRIT, DEMON
4a: a faint shadowy trace
a ghost of a smile
b: the least bit
“not a ghost of a chance”
5: a false image in a photographic negative or on a television screen caused especially by reflection
6: one who ghostwrites
7: a red blood cell that has lost its hemoglobin

These days, it’s looking like the current U.S. President does not have a ghost of a chance to get a second term. Those of us who almost gave up the ghost four years ago when he WAS elected — despite polls saying he had not a ghost of a chance back then — are barely showing ghosts of smiles about the possible outcome.

I know that some of his supporters might call me a snowflake, but I have felt haunted since November, 2016, inhabiting this world like a ghost of my former self. When I look at the posts I’ve written since then, I see faint shadowy traces of the spirit I had before. However, it’s never been so bad that I’ve considered getting a ghostwriter for this blog.

Also, many of us feel haunted by ghosts that others just do not see.

What ghosts do you see in my photos from yesterday?

Among others, I see the ghosts of Oscar the cat, the people who have been killed by gun violence, trust in our leaders, and the normalcy of our lives before the pandemic.

Also, that last photo shows the ghost of a blog post I considered writing for today — “Day 2881: Grains of salt.” There are many ghosts of posts never written in my draft folder and in my mind, but those don’t haunt me, perhaps because so many posts have seen the light of day.

Here is “Ghosts” — the new song by the very-much-alive Bruce Springsteen:

Thanks to all my readers for not ghosting me over the years!

Categories: 2020 U.S. Presidential election, definition, life during the pandemic, personal growth, photojournalism | Tags: , , , , , , , | 21 Comments

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21 thoughts on “Day 2881: Ghosts

  1. Because the ghosts of Election Night 2016 linger with me, Ann, I will not really be at ease until this year’s ballots are safely and accurately counted.

  2. Did Aaron graduate? If so, congratulations!

    On the television series Supernatural, Sam and Dean used to sprinkle salt around their space if they wanted to keep the ghosts and demons away. I wonder if that is why you have a little bag of salt in your photos?

    • He is in his fifth year of a five-year combined Bachelor’s/Master’s program, which he is doing remotely. Perhaps I shall sprinkle salt to keep the political demons away.

  3. Hi Bruce!

  4. puella33

    I’m laughing at the Daily Bitch- I can;t picture Trump reading a book. Maybe I can picutre him looking at the pictures of Hustler’s magazine.

  5. Once in an English pub I was told I was sitting in “Ben’s seat”. I offered to move but the woman explained that it was fine. Ben was the pub’s sixteenth century ghost. I decided to move anyway. I’m skeptical about the existence of ghosts but still think it’s best to not take chances.

  6. Oscar is keeping you company. I hope the ghosts of past decisions shore up the future outcomes. Change of season, change of mind. It will be nice to put this past time in the archives. A ghost of former turbulence.

  7. not a ghost of a chance that i won’t enjoy your posts, each and every day!

  8. Sending you a ghost hug! You can’t feel it but it’s there.\(^o^)/

  9. Ghosts may have substance but Harley is flesh and blood.

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