Only a few scattered residents still live near Robsart but it's so quiet here that sound carries for miles. You hear everything -- all the conversations, laughter, arguments, as if you were standing right outside their window. Sometimes I look around, noting the distance between me and the nearest occupied building. Is it even real? Or just haunting echoes of the past. Maybe you have to be a bit crazy to be a night photographer. If you’re not, a few nights alone out here might just do it.