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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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2015
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January
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- Jack O'Lantern Candles
- Witch Walls and Fading Light
- Madame Talbot's Skelly
- Let's Go For A Drive
- Ghost Sentinel
- For Bryan, With Love
- Spinning Skulls
- Space Skull Loves You
- Night Drive
- Haunted
- See? I Have Only Knives In My Basket
- Jack
- For You
- Nite Theme
- Evening Drive
- You Lost Me
- Disturbing & Lovely
- Poem
- Spookeh
- Glimpses
- An Awful Thing
- Ghouls on Canvas
- Letters (With Photos)
- The Obscene Clutch
- (Another) Old Poem
- The Fall
- Isn't It All So Terribly Pretty?
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January
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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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