Not far off the roads in Hewitt, New Jersey, a Halloween session begins…
In a place where abandoned homes and ancient ruins lie, pieces of an old life return to the earth while others remain sanctuaries for the rejected and the damned. Along dirt paths, rivers run deep to wash away the sins of those not meant for this world. Preacher men condemn these parts, beg us to remember the light. But they forget that their laws are the reasons we’re here.
Among these woods, darkness falls quickly as the sun vanishes beyond the hills. Spirits, witches, and forgotten creatures of the past gather within the hollow spaces of lives once lived. Through the leaves, whispers travel while the voices of our ancestors echo with the wind. And as we wait for the moon to eclipse its light, we embrace the cold that has taken home inside our bones.
Our souls are not condemned or promised to the Devil. They are alive and thriving in a world that refuses to see them. For we are not afraid of the night. For the moon is surrounded by stars and engulfed in shadows. And that is what the people of the sun are too blind to see. They watch as we run into these woods and fear we will lose ourselves. But instead, we find comfort, and a place to call our own. Our demons rustle through the trees and our eyes pierce through blackness as we call upon those who have come before:
“Here, we are seen. Here, we are heard. Here, we are not afraid. For where we are, there is no fear.”
The people of the light continue to believe that those who walk among the dark are alone. But we are never alone. And we are never lost. Here, we are only found.
Model: Megan Milko
Makeup: Kayleigh Archbold
Photography: Laughing Heart Photography