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Personal Narrative: An Incident In Pensacola Downtown

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There was an incident in Pensacola Downtown that I was working on a school project for my Photo I class. I have taken a picture of a man who was wearing a zombie costume. When I developed the picture the next day at school, the man came out as a ghost. The picture showed that you can see things through the man. The most important thing about the picture that the people in the front line was visible and the people in the back vanished. I named the image Zombie at Fear City Nights. The picture was well known in the art department at Pensacola State College. Also, the photo was entered in the 2011 Pensacola State College Honors Exhibition. Until this day, it is considered one of the favorite photo for people in Pensacola.

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