I miss the South. Such a bone-deep ache.
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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
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Halloween, poetry, photography, ambient music, my Halloween creations...and anything else I feel like.
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- Southern Gothic
- All Seeing Jack
- Poem in the Early Morning
- Horror Notes
- Come Lay Your Weary Head, Love
- Lynchian Knowledge
- I Believe It's Magic
- Jack and the Witch
- A Wee More Halloween
- Grin
- Corners
- Skull and Flowers
- We Should Stay Home
- Jacks-A-Plenty
- Solitude
- Autumn Waning
- Morning Music
- Latest Poem
- October Kitty
- Noir Jack
- Beautiful Ugly Beautiful
- Poem
- Backyard Jack
- Slept In
- Somewhere In The Woods
- They Never Stop Watching
- Towering Jack
- Lost
- Be Happy
- Neon Underbelly
- Old Poem
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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.
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1 comment:
Yeah, I love the south also. Used to visit South Carolina every year when I was a kid, have family there.
Now don't get to go as much as I used to.
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