Friday the 13th has never been a particularly unlucky day for me, nor has it been for most people. Sure, if I burn the lasagna on a Friday the 13th I might laugh and chock it up to the day, but I just don’t attach any real significance to it.
Some people do, however. In fact, it’s estimated that there’s an economic loss of 700-900 million dollars every Friday the 13th due to people staying at home or superstitiously avoiding certain activities, such as airline travel. Just the number 13 bothers some people. Lots of hotels and other buildings lack a 13 to press in their elevators.
So for the superstitious among you, I offer these photographs. They were not taken on a Friday the 13th, but I’ve always been intrigued by the somewhat odd, almost Alfred Hitchcock-ish quality they share in common. I took them with my iPhone on a couple of unseasonably warm days in January 2012, so maybe this is what you get when the weather is out of whack.
So that’s my photo homage to Friday the 13th.
Now, so you know I do take more comforting photographs that are more seasonably friendly, I’ll end with this one.
It was taken several years ago in Babcock State Park in West Virginia.