During a recent vacation, my wife and I were on a bus tour of old Massachusetts. It was a dreary, rainy day and as we pulled up to a white church, few passengers bothered to get off. Being from Seattle, I never let a bit of rain bother me. I wandered around taking a few pictures here and there, and then noticed an old graveyard out behind the church. The grass was long and many of the headstones were falling over, their inscriptions barely readable. Framed by gnarly oaks, strewn with dead leaves all blowing about in a cold wind, I was glad it was daytime; this place was the classic setting for a ghost story. Now the rain really started pouring down. I thought I best be getting a picture and return back to the comforts of the bus. I noticed two lonely headstones separated from all the others and decided this would make a good shot. While setting the camera up on the tripod, fiddling with the umbrella to protect my gear and with the wind and all, I was not paying much attention to the world around me. All of a sudden, I felt the hair on the back of my neck stand straight up. With my finger on the camera button, I looked up and jumped about two feet into the air, taking a picture at the same time! A woman in white was standing by the very headstones I had noticed. There was an anguished expression of grief on her face. A moment later, I noticed something else; she was transparent! I grabbed my gear and made like an Olympic track star to the bus. As I piled on board, my wife asked what in the world was going on; she said my face was white as a ghost! When I had finally calmed down enough to get the story out, the bus driver told this tale. In November of 1807, a young couple were about to get married. On the morning of their wedding day, the groom was thrown off his horse and died. The bride was inconsolable, wailing in her wedding dress at the grave, out in the rain and cold, refusing to leave. She soon fell ill and passed away. They buried the bride next to her groom. It is said that when the weather turns cold and dreary, she returns to the two lonely headstones to wail in anguish and grief for her lost love. You can decide for yourself if you believe this lady-in-white story is true or not; I got the picture! About 8 hours to complete Canon EOS XTi, 24-105L lens @24mm, 1/60 at f/5.6, ISO 400 RAW file processed in Adobe Lightroom 2, post processing in Photoshop CS3 Some details worked up in Poser 8 !-)