October

"...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 1955 October Country

"Welcome to a land Ray Bradbury calls "the Undiscovered Country" of his imagination--that vast territory of ideas, concepts, notions and conceits where the stories you now hold were born. America's premier living author of short fiction, Bradbury has spent many lifetimes in this remarkable place--strolling through empty, shadow-washed fields at midnight; exploring long-forgotten rooms gathering dust behind doors bolted years ago to keep strangers locked out.. and secrets locked in. The nights are longer in this country. The cold hours of darkness move like autumn mists deeper and deeper toward winter. But the moonlight reveals great magic here--and a breathtaking vista."

Hey Harriet I want to play too!

Hey Harriet, here's my shadow shot, not very artsy but striking none the less. Or maybe not.

1925-2008

He was not just a hottie, this guy was the real deal.

Just Messin Around

I worked diligently most of the day painting the exterior of our house. No, it's not finished, but I took a break anyway and took a few pictures. Here are the real sugar skulls I've been working on and also some felt sugar skulls. How do you like this very cheerful weed? My new yellow yard shoes with ladybugs that I got for my birthday. And Howdy enjoying a sugar skull.

And Next

I can hardly wait!!!!!!

I don't know what to think about this...

Seriously, I have no idea what to think of this or rather these guys. I paid very little attention to the Jack Black movie, Nacho Libre. Jack Black wearing a leotard and speaking with a fake Mexican accent didn't sound like my cup of tea. But while surfing the net I happened across the Luchadores, or Mexican wrestlers. I know our very own wrestlers are somewhat bizarro themselves. From way back in the day when my cousins would watch the Sheik, Gorgeous George and the Fabulous Moolah on our grandparents black and white TV, to the somewhat more current Hollywood Hulk Hogan, Stone Cold Steve Austin, the Rock and whoever is the big thing today, they were never anything I would spend much time watching. But these elaborate Mexican characters, their skin tight garb and whole head masks are creepily fascinating. They are either interesting, scary or creepy. I just don't know which. Check out more on the Luchadores blog.