...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
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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.
4 comments:
I used to have 2 paper skeletons like this. They were very old.
Love your blog!
Very cool pic. Mkes you wonder what is behind the door....
Hey, Pumkin Hollow people. I just awarded you the I Dig Your Blog Award over on my blog at
http://loreleibellsjournal.blogspot.com
Come and grab it when you get the chance. (^;
I nominated you for the Zombie Rabbit Award. :)
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