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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.
Blog Archive
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2014
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December
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- Happy New Year
- Primitive Kitty Stitches
- We Lost Track Of The Time
- Poem
- Scratchy Jacks
- Wee One
- Merry Merry
- It Comes For You At Night
- Ghost Writing
- Orange Lights
- Night Drive
- Atomos IX
- Poem
- The Pumpkin Tide
- More Halloween Horrors
- More Strange Little Christmas
- Beancrow
- An Obscure Body in the S-K System
- Ambient Christmas
- Too Little, Too Late
- 3 a.m.
- Elusive Jack
- Little Poem
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December
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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:
Great pic. Scratchy is good...
Crap. How did I miss this post.
Awesome.
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