Treats need not be limited to Halloween. This treasure trove of calories is set out in readiness for my sister’s Mexican Train game–except for the bubble gum, which was in a huge globe at the pizza place. Who could resist that photo opportunity? Plenty of time for photos of Halloween goodies before the 31st.
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The way this works is, I sneak up on them when they are already lying down and preferably asleep. Then, very quietly, so as not to disturb them, I whisper, “Play dead!” It works every time. If you click on any photo, they will all enlarge.
For the Halloween Challenge prompt “trick.”
This bat intruder did not survive my attempts to remove him from the clutches of the kittens. I fear its savior was its executor. Sorry, winged one.
For Jennifer’s Halloween Challenge prompt bat.
I’ve been saving this photo snapped in Patzcuaro a couple of years ago. It’s perfect for this prompt of “Costumes.” These fellows were actually driving around the streets of this crowded Michoacan town noted for its celebration of Day of the Dead on motorcycles!!!
The last Halloween prompt of the month is “Costume.”
The prompt word today was “Creatures.”
Which doors would you knock on?
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I can’t resist taking photos of the full moon. Perhaps this is why:
The Moon is Full and Waiting
The moon is full and waiting, and though the night is chill,
my true love expects me over yonder hill.
His ardent call invites me to join him for the night,
and yet I dread the cold cold wind and the failing light.
If I were only twenty, I’d have no choice to make;
but I have guests arriving and sweet bites yet to bake.
My true love lies waiting over yonder hill,
but he’ll return another night. I am sure he will,
for he has no other to overlook his flaws:
the roughness of his ardor, the power of his jaws.
His embrace often bruises, though this is not his intent.
In the excess of his ardor, only tenderness is meant.
The warm cave of our meeting carves out yonder hill,
but tonight I will not join him. It may be I never will.
Tomorrow night the full moon will partially be spent,
and perhaps on next month’s equal, once more I won’t relent.
Perhaps I’ll find another closer to my kind,
though an equal to his passion I’m unlikely to find.
A swift wind blows the clouds away to clear the shrouded moon.
My guests will be arriving. I know it will be soon.
I stir in leavening powder. I stir in heavy cream.
Across the hand I stir with falls the moon’s broad beam.
I drop the spoon and go again to open up the door.
I hear the gentle song of wind, my lover’s beckoning roar.
I answer with a beat of blood. A spasm in my thigh
invites me to be climbing over distant hill and high.
The crumbs fall from my fingers as I run into the night.
I do not feel the bruising stones or the wind’s cold bite.
My lover calls me onward, and once again I go.
For when the full moon calls me, not once have I said no.
(If this poem sounds familiar, it is because it is a rewrite of one I posted earlier. It is just so appropriate for today’s photo prompt, that I couldn’t resist posting it again.)
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Last year, I did a post about a neglected gravesite that I adopted, cleared and decorated. Yesterday, I went back to check on it and this is what I found:
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I guess I have my work cut out for me again this year, although underneath the volunteer foliage, I made out the much-enlarged forms of aloe plants I planted last year. Perhaps I’ll find some of the sun roses, as well, once I’ve cleared away a bit.
I had made the mistake of coming in through the front entrance of this large graveyard, and since the plot I adopted last year was at the very back, it was hard work finding my way back uphill through the maze of graves back to my car. Time and again, I came to a dead end, my way blocked by a huge crypt or fenced off area. There seem to be no clearly defined paths, but on my circuitous way back, I came upon this little grave even bleaker in its surroundings than that of my adopted departeds, although marked by a Virgin of Guadalupe that was beautifully patinaed by age:
The prompt today is “graveyard.”
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Decorations are what the Day of the Dead is about. Weeks are spent in preparation, and the display is colorful, excessive and heartfelt. These photos are of two of my own altars as well as photos I took in Patzcuaro, Michoacan, as decorations were being prepared and completed.
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