I saw it: a child's metal spring horse. My own had been bouncy but this, this was stiff with rust. Brown paint, shine gone, motionless in its gallop through the weeds. I photograph that which is still and silent, slowly decaying, left behind to molder into ghosts. Keepers of those ghosts don't like you on their property—Michel started to say, “Can I help you?” suspiciously, but I knew him from a party where he had said, “You look good,” and now his wife was dead and he was cleaning the yard, and he said to me again, “You look good.”
Jill lives with her kids, a bajillion animals, and works as a gardener. She likes to write and take eerie photos. Jill’s eerie photos on Instagram: @jillpabichphotography; Jill’s paintings on Instagram: @jill_pabich