It is that time of the year again where skeletons, ghouls and ghosts come out to play. And what better way than to show some slow motion footage of Halloween themes being explored or exploded. Pumpkins, ghosts, spiders and witches are ready for your undivided attention and be sure to visit their creators.
These are shot with anything from a phone to a high end Phantom camera. However it is all about technique and execution. With the advent of affordable slow motion it is easy to find diverse and quality material shot with good production and planning. Stay Safe!
FISTROUILLE D’HALLOWEEN ! [Slow Motion] by Experimentboy:
Worlds Biggest Jumping Spider In Slow Motion by BBC Earth Unplugged:
Smashing Pumpkins in slow motion 1000 FPS by devinsupertramp:
SLOMEO BOOTH – HALLOWEEN 2015 by SLOMEO BOOTH:
Smashing Pumpkins Halloween 2016 Slow Motion by UncleSamPatriot:
Getting Stung by a Scorpion. In Slow Motion! by Distort:
Making Of: Halloween Pumpkins in Slow Motion -by Overkranked:
BEST ZOMBIE EXPLOSION IN SLOW MOTION!!! by ZombieGoBoom:
Skeleton Comes Alive Prank by CollegeHumor:
Slow Motion Barn Owl Attack – Slo Mo by BBC Earth Unplugged:
The Haunted Palace
by Edgar Allan Poe
In the greenest of our valleys
By good angels tenanted,
Once a fair and stately palace-
Radiant palace- reared its head.
In the monarch Thought’s dominion-
It stood there!
Never seraph spread a pinion
Over fabric half so fair!
Banners yellow, glorious, golden,
On its roof did float and flow,
(This- all this- was in the olden
Time long ago,)
And every gentle air that dallied,
In that sweet day,
Along the ramparts plumed and pallid,
A winged odor went away.
Wanderers in that happy valley,
Through two luminous windows, saw
Spirits moving musically,
To a lute’s well-tuned law,
Round about a throne where, sitting
In state his glory well-befitting,
The ruler of the realm was seen.
And all with pearl and ruby glowing
Was the fair palace door,
Through which came flowing, flowing, flowing,
And sparkling evermore,
A troop of Echoes, whose sweet duty
Was but to sing,
In voices of surpassing beauty,
The wit and wisdom of their king.
But evil things, in robes of sorrow,
Assailed the monarch’s high estate.
(Ah, let us mourn!- for never morrow
Shall dawn upon him desolate!)
And round about his home the glory
That blushed and bloomed,
Is but a dim-remembered story
Of the old time entombed.
And travelers, now, within that valley,
Through the red-litten windows see
Vast forms, that move fantastically
To a discordant melody,
While, like a ghastly rapid river,
Through the pale door
A hideous throng rush out forever
And laugh- but smile no more.