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I love Cheekwood. I think it’s one of Nashville’s gems. If I was a ghost it’s the kind of place I’d like to haunt.
I once asked one of the volunteers if she’d heard of any ghost stories there. She nodded and smiled and said, “Of course. Doesn’t every old estate have its ghost lore? Some have said they’ve seen or felt things, but there’s really not been anything specific. Just people trying to scare each other when they have to work late or whatever.”
That’s sort of my way of making a disclaimer: since there are whispers of ghost stories, but nothing concrete, Cheekwood isn’t an actual Haunt Jaunt. (No matter how much I’d like it to be. But come on, can you blame me? Look at the photos below. This is one of my favorite views of the mansion, which is now the Museum of Art. Doesn’t it look like it should be haunted? To me it has that romantic, Gothic kind of look which just screams for ghosts to complete it.)
Alas, there’s no ghosts. But I was desperate to write about Cheekwood and share it on the blog. The Chihuly exhibit sort of provided a good excuse. Why not share the photos I took during Semi-Wordless Wednesday?
After all, to me the amazing glass sculptures gave the grounds a fantastical, otherworldly sort of whimsy. I could only imagine the supernatural glow they must have cast at night. (We went during the day, but the sculptures also lit up so they had evening admissions some nights too.)
The Chihuly exhibit has since moved on, but if it comes to a venue near you I highly recommend going. And if you’re ever in Nashville, I also highly recommend a visit to Cheekwood.
For now I hope you’ll enjoy some of the shots I got of Chihuly at Cheekwood.
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Courtney Mroch is a globe-trotting restless spirit who’s both possessed by wanderlust and the spirit of adventure, and obsessed with true crime, horror, the paranormal, and weird days. Perhaps it has something to do with her genes? She is related to occult royalty, after all. Marie Laveau, the famous Voodoo practitioner of New Orleans, is one of her ancestors. (Yes, really! As explained here.) That could also explain her infatuation with skeletons.
Speaking of mystical, to learn how Courtney channeled her battle with cancer to conjure up this site, check out HJ’s Origin Story.
A picture says a thousand words. These are beautiful!
Those pictures are fantastic. What a lovely place to visit.
Damn it! Julie was the other blogger I failed to mention! I was in a hurry and couldn’t remember who else always posts such great picture essays on their blog. I will make it up to you Julie!!! (because you both know how much I admire your
Photography skills, so I don’t take your compliments lightly!!!)