This kind of photo brings me back to being a kid on Halloween.
I think I was a sheepish trick-or-treater... like I wouldn't have walked up to this porch and gone over to the coffin to appreciate the detail. I would have been a little nervous, and would have sorta glanced over at it for a moment before rushing quickly back down to the sidewalk. I see a lot of kids doing that each year. Not sure what that is exactly. Maybe it's how a reserved person handles the macabre? Maybe it's that programming where you aren't supposed to stare at things that aren't "normal." I dunno.
Makes me wish I would've stared a little more. But I'm staring now, so I've definitely made up for lost time.
Image by Shona Skye.