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Last year I took this picture just before sunset on Halloween.

It had been such a clear beautiful day.

I could have cried.

Where were the dark clouds?  Where was the chill in the air? Why was everyone strolling around with cold drinks in their hands?

Had the world gone mad?

Yes. I decided. Yes it had.

But this year, this Halloween is different.

The skies are dark, it’s chilly, it’s going to rain, and dare a hope for a little fog?

I do.

Here is the reason why.

I was walking through SODO with a Chinese menu ( no kidding ) in my hand when I turned down an alley and saw this:

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Could it be

the Werewolves of London

have made it to Seattle in time for Halloween?

I think they have and I think they made it just in time to make it spectacular.

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Betsy Takes a Drive

 

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” This place really is a ghost town”  Victor said to Betsy.

They were standing next to Betsy’s car on that hot, dusty August afternoon, in a town that used to be called Milton.

Betsy was holding a water bottle full of warm water but she drank it anyway because it was wet and her mouth was full of grit. ” Yeah, well it’s dead alright. Dead and as dry as an old bone. ”

Victor shook his head when Betsy offered him a drink from the bottle that was now full of floating bits of whatever had made it’s way into Betsy’s mouth when the air conditioner in the car decided to stop working and she rolled the windows down for some moving air. ” Really Betsy?”

” Your loss.”She put the cap back on the bottle and tossed it back into her car. ” Yep. ” This is a ghost town alright. I wonder when it, you know, keeled over as it were.”

” Don’t know, don’t care. Let’s just take a quick look around and get back on the road. It’s not getting any cooler out  in case you haven’t noticed.

Betsy wondered what time it was. Betsy always wondered what time it was because she never wore a watch.

Betsy thought she could hear the dry dead grass creaking and popping against the warm dry breeze but that might have been what she thought she should be hearing.

As Victor  had pointed out, this was a ghost town and she had a hard time imagining any part of it- even the light brown grasses and weeds had ever been alive.

” What do you think this place was like, when it was alive.”

Victor stopped, with his back still to Betsy and she could see his shoulders hitch back a little. ” Have a hard time picturing it, do you” he said.

” Well yeah, I mean look at it. It’s like it never took a breath.”

Victor stopped and faced Betsy. ” You must be one Soulless creature to not be able to picture something ever having been alive. You have no imagination,do you? That’s a sure sign of having something wrong with you. Not being able to comprehend anything outside of your own head is not a sign of well adjusted human being.”

In one quick step Betsy was almost nose to nose with Victo. ” I got plenty of imagination. How do you think we got here?”

They both looked down at their feet and the smooth slightly raised mound of earth below their feet.

” It’s a puzzle to me Betsy, how I got here.” Victor said looking down into her face, into her eyes that were as dull and flat and lifeless as the Ghost Town around them.

Betsy smoothed a little patch of dirt with her foot and something  white and slightly  pitted appeared under her toe. ” It’s a puzzle to me too.”

Then the ghost town shimmered in the heat and it blew away on a blast of warm air.

Betsy and Victor and her car were on an empty road and above them was a fiery red sky and ahead of them was a blood red horizon. ” I don’t know why you’re here Victor. But I know why I am. I guess I should be going now.”

Victor nodded and Betsy  started to walk to the driver’s side of the car and she stopped. ” I guess you want to see where I’ll end up.”

” I think I know Betsy.”

Betsy looked up into a sky full of falling stars. ” I think I know too,  Victor.”

Inspired by the Soul Food Café Prompt: Bad Girl On The Block

 

 

Hallow Me

 

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When I was a child I was inspired by Halloween.

I was moved to create art- either on a pumpkin or by drawing Halloween pictures ( which were pretty horrifying because I couldn’t draw and anything I did draw ended up looking like a disjointed mess ) or by putting together ideas for costumes.

I always wanted to be a dog or a space alien or a monster but somehow I ended up compromising with my Mom and my Paternal Grandmother by wearing one of my Easter dresses. Coupled with  little makeup I was  transformed into a last minute ‘princess’ or I’d get one of those costumes in a box that were all the rage back in the early 1970’s.

So yes, I was moved to create some kind of art at Halloween but I just was not very good at it.

The funny thing is, it didn’t stop me from trying every single year to ‘get it right’.

I never really did and at the end of the Halloween Holiday I was always left with the feeling I had spoiled my own fun.

But then one day I started a blog at the Soul Food Café and before you could say ” Grave Robbing Ghoul” I was celebrating Halloween like a crazy person all over the internet.

I wrote stories, posted pictures and read tons of material that other writers were posting on line and then I took it from the web and I went out and looked at Ghost Tours and Haunted Houses with fresh eyes and got to experience the Halloween fun all over again.

I was inspired by Halloween to try my hand at creative endeavors AGAIN and this time I got it right.

So if I were to give my muse a name I guess it would be  ” Halloween” and if I were to give it a face- well…what do you think of this one?

Inspired by the SFC  prompt: Inside The Sea Shell

On Your Mark….

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In November I am going to return to Victoria BC for a little adventure.

I am going to go on a couple of tours where I will learn some haunted history and I’ll get to learn a few ghost stories too.

I am going to the Royal BC Museum to see among other great exhibits one called ” Egypt: The Time of Pharaohs. I have learned that there are over three hundred original artifacts and that some are 4,500 years old.

But first I have to get through the rest of the Summer and I have Halloween to write about and celebrate.

I hardly know where to start first.

And that I think is the rush of excitement you feel before you set out on an adventure that promises to be a great one.

amm

Fun In A Frame

A couple of years ago I decided to try my hand at photography.

It’s been hit and miss composition wise and sometimes I try to shoot one thing and end up with something else. I’ve also tried photoshop and I’ve tried different apps to alter and enhance my pictures.

I’ll be the first to say, photography is a struggle for me but much like Poetry I have so much fun doing it that I really don’t care about being perfect or polished or concerned that anyone will be impressed by what I produce.

Sometimes you just have to let yourself play and every once and awhile you get something great out of it.

These pictures  are the first pictures I took when I just decided to go out and shoot some frames to see what I would get.

I think I’ve learned a few things since I took these a few years ago, but regardless I’m proud of them.

Plus I had fun taking them so it was a win all around for me.

amm

Inspired by the SFC Chocolate Box Prompt: Creating with the heart of a child.

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