Yes, an unusual headline to start this entry with, but it shall all become apparently as the photos roll on in.

Here’s the first one:

Yes, this is real.  No, there is no photoshop trickery going on here.  This is a real place, Oak Bluffs, Martha’s Vineyard, Massachusetts, United States, Earth to be exact.  The houses were apparently built as a campground for a Methodist church retreat in the 1800s.  To me, they look like the result of some psychedelic wood working.

And in comes the witch.  I kept thinking “when it is fairytale going to start?”  All of the houses had that look about them.  They all had this weird quality about them.  They are incredibly small as well.  Most of them felt like you could basically stand in them and you head would hit the ceiling.

Walking through that neighborhood, I had this feeling that I kept getting hit by even more unusual visuals.  Once I thought it couldn’t get any stranger, it just kind of would.  I liked that, but I also had to keep rethinking how I shot them.  As with most beautiful and unusual things, really capturing them is hard with a camera.  I’m sure they’d look even better at night, in the snow or at sunrise/sunset.  But here’s what I got, nevertheless: