Myrtles Plantation

I’m sure I’ve mentioned somewhere that I’m doing a bit of traveling this summer, though I’m definitely too lazy to go back and find where, exactly, I mentioned that.

Still, it’s a thing. I’m spending the summer in Louisiana, doing research on neural networks at Louisiana State University. Which is a full-time job, 40 hours a week, 9-5 and all that, but my weekends are free and I do occasionally leave my room in my free time, so I’ve got some photos to show y’all.

This first set are from Myrtles Plantation, which markets itself as “the most haunted house in the American South.” Went with my family, when they made the trip down here to visit – my sister is a big fan of all things spooky.

I brought my camera with me, of course, because what’s a paranormal investigator without a camera? Photos are below the fold – I’m not a fan of making people load lots of images on the front page, even with the new CDN up and running. It’s rude to people on mobile, or with metered connections.

“Do you see any orbs or figures or anything?”

It doesn’t actually look all that creepy, to be honest.

The wallpaper in the house was ‘eggshell,’ we were told on the tour, which means that each color is a different layer that was applied separately to the wall. All hand-painted.

The window panes were hand-etched and -painted, the gothic cross intended to keep evil spirits out.

“Love me!” she said.
The cat left.
“I was too needy,” she mourned.

There’s something really nice about all this greenery. (I have an alternate version of this photo on my Instagram; consider this a shameless self-promotion.)

I almost walked into a tree trying to get the right angle for this photo – the first one I took had a bright red car in the background that just really didn’t fit.

“Looking good, girl!”

A moment after this picture was taken, she took a step forward and found where the ants had carved out a pretty impressive chunk of the log to make a nest. They were not amused.