I live in a small town bordered on one side by the Delaware River and surrounded by beautiful countryside. The advantages of a small town are many, especially at Halloween where we welcome a goodly amount of always well-costumed trick-or-treaters, (even the parents dress up.) I took my camera out with me on a walk the other day and snapped a few of the houses. Here’s your digression for the day …
Who doesn’t love a skeleton on a swing?
These people have a small front yard, but there are always creepy things to look for, hands coming out of the ground, and such. The next 3 photos are of that house.
Some places are very busy with more than any kid could possibly grasp while running from house to house, yet still suitably scary in the dark …
Others are more low key. Note the skeleton Dachshund by the stairs.
The shriveled pumpkin is a nice subtle touch …
And my favorite, and their only Halloween decoration. Why is this so attractive to me? Because it inspires a story. Who is she? (Or is it a he?) Why is she haunting their garden? Does she stay there all the time? I’m hoping the people have put a soft white LED light beneath her to help her glow eerily, but I haven’t been by after dark yet.
Happy Halloween!
Still A Dreamer 