The Flash

My mother usually spends a part of Halloween night taking photos of my display - with one of those disposable cameras made of cardboard. I can hear her cranking the dial to the next photo like a giant annoying cricket. I always hope that she forgot to get a new camera since the last occasion for photographs, but she usually has a brand new disposable camera to flood my props with bright white light on Halloween night. She'll call me a few months later telling me I have to see the photos she took, the ones she's been showing to her friends. I cringe at the thought of my haunt being represented by her washed-out grainy photos from her cheap little camera in a tiny cardboard box.

Sunspots and temporary blindness for these guys.

Skeletons & Pumpkins

For the most part I feel that a camera's flash is the equivalent of rain on Halloween night. My older displays in the days before the beloved digital camera's night setting were horrific - bright, flooded, zero-atmosphere, mug-shotty.
Found these two pics on flickr and they came out pretty neat however. Though I'll never endorse taking photos of your haunt with a flash. Never ever.

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