So on a 2011 sunny day I grabbed my camera and jumped in my Tacoma and rode off - my destination the carriage house to take photos.
The ghost stories were not going to scare me away.
As I neared the place I noticed lights flashing, emergency vehicles of all types and uniformed folks walking around. The vehicles were straddled all along the road on both sides. There were ambulances and firetrucks pulled up on the bluff in front of the carriage house.
Oh no, I thought, a serious accident has occurred. I slowed down as I got nearer and wove through the chaos. I rode down the road a bit and decided to turn around. I felt a strange chill over my whole body for some reason. Not from thinking of ghosts but of something more serious. I had to know what happened.
When I drove back through the tangle of vehicles I stopped and asked a man what happened. He told me that two men had been shot and killed in front of the carriage house.
The word timing instantly entered my mind. Is this what life is about - timing?
Carriage house crosses -- 2012