Its origin is obscure, but there is belief that scarecrows are derived from the pagan practice of human sacrifice.
Actually, most of the photos are pleasant, clever, and even wistful. Still, there are several Infocult-worthy images.
Their primary purpose is to frighten – whether the target is trespassers or hungry birds. They’ve also been the subject of many a horror story, and we can see why in Garratt’s photos.
“One night, I was filming several scarecrows in a particularly lonely place,” Garrett explains. “The moon was shining, bathing the landscape in a half light. Absorbed in my task, I inadvertently backed up to a particularly hideous looking example and half turned to find it leering over my shoulder. In the instant, my blood ran cold, so instinctive was the feeling that the scarecrow had moved towards me.”
It would be heart-stopping to see these figures blowing in the wind, looming over an empty field.
Or elsewhere, apparently, like this church of scarecrows...?
A group of Russian scientists has successful brought back to life amoebas last seen millennia before recorded history began, echoing all kinds of horror story plots. Mad scientists worldwide cackled, no doubt, as they read of the project's materials:
Under adverse environmental conditions, a thick multi-layered protective covering is formed on the surface of the amoeba's cells, and then it goes into a dormant state by forming a cocoon...
All life processes slow down and almost stop. The cocoon may be conserved for years or even decades without losing viability. However, no one could imagine that amoebae could survive many thousands of years in sub-zero temperatures.
"The age of the microorganisms is estimated at 30,000-60,000 years."
This video of a Crosss song is very nicely done. "Golden Hearth" tells a short story about ritual killings (most likely) using elaborate costumes, rapid cutting, and a recursive media narrative. NPR (!) adds
Fair warning: Wicker Man-inspired costumes, grisly occult dealings and static-flickering VHS tapes lie ahead. For some of us (read: me), director Torin Langen's video for Crosss' "Golden Hearth" is the stuff of nightmares, but the heavy weirdness is definitely worth your time.
We can cover more disturbing music videos here if you, dear readers, are intrigued.
Inevitably, someone compared US presidential candidate Donald Trump to a zombie.
Republicans who once worried that Mr. Trump might gain overwhelming momentum in the primaries are now becoming preoccupied with a different grim prospect: that Mr. Trump might become a kind of zombie candidate — damaged beyond the point of repair, but too late for any of his rivals to stop him.
Alexander Burns carries the metaphor a little further:
Should Mr. Trump lurch into the convention so fatally compromised with both general-election voters and a sizable faction of Republicans, it could make it easier for the party to wrest the nomination away from him. But it would also make the consequences of failing to defeat him all the more ruinous if the specter of choosing a seemingly unelectable nominee does not deter Mr. Trump’s supporters.
During World War I the United States built a large wooden fleet in a hurry. Not fast enough, though, because the war ended before the ships could see service. So they were left over, then docked off the eastern Maryland coast, where they decayed for years, then decades. That ghost fleet is now reclaimed by nature.
An Audubon Society representative testified in 1970 that the wrecks “have been there for so long—nearly half a century—that it is inconceivable that they are not an integral part of the ecosystem.” In the end, regulators decided that removing them would cause more harm than good.
Police say hikers have found a human skull in Griffith Park in Los Angeles. Lt. Ryan Schatz said the two hikers stumbled on the skull Saturday afternoon about 400 feet from the Brush Canyon trail near the Hollywood sign.
A sacrifice to the studio system? The ultimate act of movie fandom?
A bit more detail:
Schatz said the skull appeared to be several years old. Other body parts have not been located.
The Catacomb Saints is the name not of a great rock band but a group of massively bedecked skeletons found under Rome.
each skeleton was then clothed and adorned into a variety of precious jewels, expensive cloth, crowns, armour and even given wigs. They were put on display inside their designated churches as a reminder to all who visited, for the riches and wealth that awaited them post death – providing they swore allegiance to the Christian faith.
There's a history of violence to these well-dressed dead, thanks to the Reformation:
Many of these skeletons (given the name ‘The Catacomb Saints’ by those who first discovered them) were then distributed across Europe (predominantly Germany) as replacements for the countless holy relics which had been smashed, stolen or destroyed during the Protestant Reformation.
Six years ago a crack suddenly opened in Michigan's Upper Peninsula. Consider it an early skirmish in Earth's war against the human race:
Early in the morning, folks just north of Menominee, Michigan, heard a loud noise and felt a shake... [W]hen someone went out to finish cutting up a large tree that had come down in a storm two weeks previous, they found a huge crack had opened up in the Earth. It wasn’t going to swallow anybody whole, but you could probably have lost a cell phone in there.
The “Menominee Crack” was a little longer than a football field, over half a meter wide in places, and approached 1.7m deep. It ran through a forested area that had previously been flat. The crack actually sat atop what was now a six-foot-high ridge, with trees on either side now tipping slightly away from vertical.
And nobody can agree on a cause. Best of all, there's a resonantly mysterious detail:
satellite photos from 1998 show a rectangular shape in the ground along the side of the road and ending near the crack. The only problem is that no one who lives there remembers what it was. Maybe it was a trench road crews borrowed dirt from at one point, or maybe it was just a small pasture or garden plot.