all-seeing The skull says I see you when pedestrians or trick-or-treaters or dog-walkers pass by. Eyes that have no place being in a skull, hovering in empty sockets, move disconcertingly from side-to-side. The observation
Snapshots from Revisionland: the pre-Hallowe’en edition Coffee: New scenes, scribbled longhand in unlined notebooks: Bucket involved in some sort of Battle Royale with an empty Panera bag: (I think Bucket is winning.) And of
I had a busy, marvelous weekend. Hallowe’en has exploded downtown already, with crowds & costumes & small dogs dressed like turtles. I had a caramel apple! And I made more apple goat cheese tartlets.
cinderella pumpkin As soon as I read the sign and saw what the pumpkins were called I knew I had to have one. My mom said no. She said they don’t make good jack-o’-lanterns.
impractical footwear “Are you really wearing those shoes?” the girl next to me asks in the pre-midnight lull before everything starts, looking down at my feet. From her tone I’m guessing her expression is