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October Country
...that country where it is always turning late in the year. That country where the hills are fog and the rivers are mist; where noons go quickly, dusks and twilights linger, and midnights stay. That country composed in the main of cellars, sub-cellars, coal-bins, closets, attics, and pantries faced away from the sun. That country whose people are autumn people, thinking only autumn thoughts. Whose people passing at night on the empty walks sound like rain...
-Ray Bradbury
-Ray Bradbury
ABOUT
Halloween, poetry, photography, ambient music, my Halloween creations...and anything else I feel like.
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April
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- If You're Lucky
- Under The Skin
- Witch H▲use | †‡†
- Are You Thirsty, Charley?
- Poem
- You Don't Really Know Much About Halloween...
- Crow
- Night Drive
- 3 a.m. Revelations
- The Joy of Weeding
- Halloweens Past
- Ghosts
- Pretty Men Are Very Receptive
- Sorcerer
- Workroom
- Mary Wigman’s Dance School, 1935
- Saturday Morning Music
- The Muses Are Not Amused
- I Never Liked Camp
- We Can All See Better In The Dark
- Night
- Always Watching
- Mud
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About Me
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- Born with Halloween & horror in the blood. Photographer. Writer. Maker of many things. Connoisseur of horror films, with over 25 years of viewing & education. ~All photos, writings, and artistic works done by yours truly across all my blogs are copyrighted to me. **It must be noted, I am former collaborator and wife of the Halloween artist Pumpkinrot. Collaborator: 2008 thru 2018, Wife: 2008 thru 2020.
CONTACT
fallingblackbirds at gmail dot com
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2 comments:
Creepy goodness.
Very creepy indeed....
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