It was twelve by the village clock
When he crossed the bridge into Medford town.
He heard the crowing of the cock,
And the barking of the farmer's dog,
And felt the damp of the river fog,
That rises after the sun goes down.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
A few photos from Christmas Eve.
They kinda came out dark and spooky, so I figured it was fair game for a Halloween blog.
A light snow fell at night.
Stretching it out...preparing for the Big Night.
Merry Christmas, everyone.
Wishing you a wonderful holiday loaded with warm memories.
All the best!
Stopped into a Dunkin Donuts today for an iced gingerbread coffee on this Friday before Christmas.
An employee yells over "WE OUT OF JEEENJAHH!"
For it truly IS the end of the world.
Graverobbing in Texas is this hour's top news story.
An informant led officers of the Muerto County Sheriff's Department to a cemetery just outside the small rural Texas community of Newt early this morning. Officers there discovered what appeared to be a grisly work of art: the remains of a badly decomposed corpse wired to a large monument.
