I love the wicked witches of folklore and nightmares.
They are on the surface exactly who they are and if you fall under the spell…well, it’s not like you weren’t warned.
But that warning is as good as an engraved invitation to some of us, isn’t it?
Faust and Mephistopheles attend a wild Walpurgis Night gathering.
RDP Sunday: TREED
The Cemetery Tree- this ‘tree’ is a grave marker ( photographed from three angles ).
A unique specimen that will outlast the treess around it and what rests beneath it.
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Photo A.M. Moscoso
Oakwood Cemetery.
Beaver Dam WI USA
October2023
Photo A.M. Moscoso
Oakwood Cemetery.
Beaver Dam WI USA
October2023
Photo A.M. Moscoso
Oakwood Cemetery.
Beaver Dam WI USA
October2023
I remember a teacher of mine used to make fun of the way I smiled and laughed.
If I was near him and he heard me laugh, he would lean over stick his face close to mine and mimic my laugh.
It was pretty embarrassing. I hated him for a long time for doing that to me.
I was a Mortician’s apprentice when I saw him again.
He was now a minister and he was officiating the funeral I had directed.
Of course he didn’t recognize me. I was older, darker and taller.
After the service we were walking out of the chapel to the parking lot when he thanked me for my work I had done on the young man who had attended his church and died in a terrible auto accident and I said,
” I hope you’ll call on me again.”
Then I smiled and when I did he pulled back a little. He flinched and then he said my
name and he said in recognition, ” it’s you, isn’t it. ”
I let his comment pass, then I put my hand on his arm and said with conviction, ” I’m looking forward to seeing you
again. ”
He pulled his arm away and tried to stride off, but he stumbled just a little and that little slip of his did my heart good.