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Where you shopping for the Adams family?
I was stopping by the graveyard on a foggy evening.
moving, gentle images...but if you see any squirrels with glowing red eyes, high tail it back home!
You know stealing wreaths from cemeteries to decorate your house is a Brooklyn thing. I didn’t know you did that it in Madison. Cool.
Wait a minute. The tombstone in the third photo has the name “Maxine” etched in Etruscan. Creepy!
The ghosts of Christmas future.
Oh, lovely!Further south, here in Davenport, it's been foggy and drippy, not eliminating the snow from last week, but sure making what's left ugly-, if not quite seedy-, looking.I'd be wishing for a good snow down here for a better visual (and because my son is itching to make snow structures), if we weren't within the week going to be driving cross-country through the Midwest and various mountainous, only semi-southern (in this narrow context) states, there and back again less than a week, on a tight schedule. Which of course means I am hoping ALL wintry-mix weather systems will stall well away from anywhere we might find ourselves, if not in Canada--just to be safe--then, OK, in Madison.Enjoy! (But I'm jealous.)
Hmmm--wonder why I suddenly have this intense urge to watch the 1951 version of "A Christmas Carol"?
Too bleak. The first thing that came to my mind was the Simon & Garfunkel song"CloudyThe sky is gray and white and cloudy,Sometimes I think its hanging down on me.And its a hitchhike a hundred miles.Im a rag-a-muffin child.Pointed finger-painted smile.I left my shadow waiting down the road for me a while."But that's cheerful by comparison.
Nice photos. I wondered who the commemorative wreathes were for in the second and fourth shots? I suspect some living get solace when they see their fore bearers with their contemporaries and previous generations of Madisonities in common ground.
The headless horseman's horse stops shortAt the edge of drear plot of gravesAnd waits there till day to night caves --Commence dark joy of Ichabod sport!
The Headless Horseman's horse stops shortAt the edge of drear place of gravesAnd waits there as day to night caves --Commence dark joy of Ichabod sport!
The Addams FamilyThey're creepy and they're kooky,Mysterious and spooky,They're all together ooky,The Addams Family.Their house is a museumWhere people come to see 'emThey really are a screamThe Addams Family.(Neat)(Sweet)(Petite)So get a witches shawl onA broomstick you can crawl onWe're gonna pay a call onThe Addams Family.
Scrooge crept toward it, trembling as he went; and following the finger, read upon the stone of the neglected grave his own name...Awesome pictures. Wishing you a very Merry Christmas Ann. Thank you for providing this venue.
Because I could not stop for death, He kindly stopped for me.And revery.The revery alone will do if bees are few.I'm having a Dickinson a time getting that right.
They look like black and white except for the specks of red. How apt. In the movie Sixth Sense, red signals something weird is about to happen, ghosts will be seen at the next camera angle.
We had something called "freezing fog" here in the Dallas/Ft. Worth area last week. It was more towards the Ft. Worth side, so it didn't affect me personally, but it evidently wreaked havoc on the morning commute over there on that day.Wait a minute. The tombstone in the third photo has the name “Maxine” etched in Etruscan. Creepy!As someone whose visits have been scarce lately (due to school stuff and being Net-less for a few days this week), I'd love to know what happened to Maxine and Lucky. Was there a mass banning, or were their exits precipitated by something specific?
Fog in Ohio. Dog's feet.
Striking shots - nicely done!However: "But the graves were standing still..."If you should ever drive past this cemetery and find the graves NOT standing still - step on it!
Though you partake of life and breathWe rest here in the frozen earthAnd celebrate the peace of deathWhile you observe your Savior’s birthOur quiet bones, beneath the snowForswear the warmth of Christmas cheerExcited children will not knowThe love of those who slumber here When snow and fog their vigil keepIn quiet moments, contemplateThe silence of eternal sleepSomeday will also be your fate.
Do you get depressed at Christmas time? Hanging out in the boneyard is not the way to lift the mood ya know. Not many laughs. Try the circus instead. A lot more fun!
Beautiful, touching photos. Some one noted that the photos look black and white. Walking the dog on a cloudy day at this time of year, is like walking in a black and white world. When you come across a bolt of strong color, it can blow you away with it's stark beauty. I never appreciated the ordinarily garish looking periwinkle painted house in my neighborhood, until I saw it in its glory on a black & white day. I see it differently now.
Lovely and touching. You're very talented.
We can title this "Passing through Ed Wood on a winter evening."
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