Michaels 2013

Most aisles were cleared and ready for Halloween merchandise.  Was surprised to see foam pumpkins already.

Nothing at HomeGoods yet.

Back In Stock

Looks like our pumpkins and other creepy things are back in stock at Primitives by Kathy.

primitivesbykathy.com

The Moonville Tunnel

Information here.

The Shape

Beautiful artwork for the 35th Anniversary release of John Carpenter's HALLOWEEN.

Eternal Nap

Image by Gavin Mackintosh.

Fenced

Image by Tom.

The Making Of Pumpkinhead

The Flotsam Witch

From boomcalifornia.com

Textile Art

By Mister Finch.

remodelista.com

Riddick: Red-Band Trailer

Not exactly work-friendly.

End Of Weekend Music

Click below:

Image by Indy Kethdy.

Tree Shadows

Night Mists

Image by Lil Ghouliette.

Begging For Candy

Halloween Reds

Image from Mangled Matters.

Creepy Cottage

Some nice decorations here.

Store Windows

From the Scouting New York blog.

Now Playing: Fluvial

By Rauelsson.

Click below:

Image by graviteski.

The Listeners

‘Is there anybody there?’ said the Traveller,   

   Knocking on the moonlit door;

And his horse in the silence champed the grasses   

   Of the forest’s ferny floor:

And a bird flew up out of the turret,   

   Above the Traveller’s head:

And he smote upon the door again a second time;   

   ‘Is there anybody there?’ he said.

But no one descended to the Traveller;   

   No head from the leaf-fringed sill

Leaned over and looked into his grey eyes,   

   Where he stood perplexed and still.

But only a host of phantom listeners   

   That dwelt in the lone house then

Stood listening in the quiet of the moonlight   

   To that voice from the world of men:

Stood thronging the faint moonbeams on the dark stair,   

   That goes down to the empty hall,

Hearkening in an air stirred and shaken   

   By the lonely Traveller’s call.

And he felt in his heart their strangeness,   

   Their stillness answering his cry,

While his horse moved, cropping the dark turf,   

   ’Neath the starred and leafy sky;

For he suddenly smote on the door, even   

   Louder, and lifted his head:—

‘Tell them I came, and no one answered,   

   That I kept my word,’ he said.

Never the least stir made the listeners,   

   Though every word he spake

Fell echoing through the shadowiness of the still house   

   From the one man left awake:

Ay, they heard his foot upon the stirrup,   

   And the sound of iron on stone,

And how the silence surged softly backward,   

   When the plunging hoofs were gone.

 

Walter De La Mare

 

 Image by Daniel Danger.

 

Member

By Rhode Montijo.

Kinétic Mécanik

The Halloween Outlet

An all-year Halloween store.
Looks like HEAVEN.

THE HALLOWEEN OUTLET

Thanks, Ken.
I never knew this place existed.

Night Light

Image by Jess Root.

An Idyllic Summer Afternoon Drive

The Anadromous Life blog.

Evening Of The Dead

There where hundreds of graves. There where hundreds of women. There were hundreds of daughters. There were hundreds of sons. And hundreds upon hundreds upon thousands of candles. The whole graveyard was one swarm of candleshine as if a population of fireflies had heard of a Grand Conglomeration and had flown here to settle in and flame upon the stones and light the brown faces and the dark eyes and the black hair.

Ray Bradbury, The Halloween Tree

Image by okeanida.