A change of plans saw me and the trusty Zero Image 6x9 (as 6x6) take an up-close-and-personal view of what I now regard as a haunted 1890s ruined home — it has to be haunted for a ruined door to close shut without it being touched! I fumbled with the first exposure in a musty, but artfully surrealist-painted room while the remains of a fire smoked in a nearby room, eventually lining up, metering making three shots before skidaddling out of the place to photograph less troubling subjects around outside the house, like an unusual wattle-and-daub stables with the corpses of rodents hanging from the ceiling. Roll isn't finished yet but should fix that this week.