Halloween has left us for another year.
When it returns in 2019, I wonder what it will find?
Inktober 2018: Slice
Last year I took this picture just before sunset on Halloween.
It had been such a clear beautiful day.
I could have cried.
Where were the dark clouds? Where was the chill in the air? Why was everyone strolling around with cold drinks in their hands?
Had the world gone mad?
Yes. I decided. Yes it had.
But this year, this Halloween is different.
The skies are dark, it’s chilly, it’s going to rain, and dare a hope for a little fog?
Here is the reason why.
I was walking through SODO with a Chinese menu ( no kidding ) in my hand when I turned down an alley and saw this:
Could it be
the Werewolves of London
have made it to Seattle in time for Halloween?
I think they have and I think they made it just in time to make it spectacular.
Daily Addictions Prompt: Signal
I’ve seen some interesting things when I travel to new places around Halloween- they’re not always spooky or macabre or even a little scary.
But they do seem to have a unique life of their own.
When I try to write about the things I find, I can’t always tell their story precisely the way they want me too.
For obvious reasons.
I will share with you right now, I am NOT one of those Dark Adventurers.
I like things like room service and spa treatments- for the most part I really am a traditional traveler.
But I like to remember to be flexible because you never know what will pop up when you’re out and about and what new things you could try your hand at.
One thing I learned to be true is this.
No matter where you go, how far away you fly or drive away from home.
In the end
there you are.
So be yourself and have fun.
Daily Addictions Prompt: Globe
People used to seek out Marie Laveau and ask her for help, for advice and maybe even a little justice.
A few years ago I went to her grave on Halloween
and left a little gift and a little request .
Go ahead and ask if it worked.
Go ahead and wonder what I asked of a Powerful Voodoo Queen
I am sorry to have to say
It’s between me and Marie
and the other residents of
Saint Louis Cemetery on Basin Street.
Daily Addictions Prompt: Advice
It used to be a quiet place
rolling hills, a lake and trees
We used to picnic there
and sled there
when it snowed.
And then one day
or maybe it was at night
someone planted a garden
and now it is a silent place
with rolling hills, a lake and trees
and nobody wants to picnic there
all they want to do is sleep.
Daily Addictions Prompt: Meadow
These are all devices were created to torture, to break, to ruin the human body.
I wonder what it was like to have created them
and sold the idea to a person who ultimately looked at you and said-
” What a great idea. “
Inktober 2018: Jolt