Showing off an insanely wonderful piece made by fellow blogger and talented artist Lady M. It's absolutely exquisite and seems to catch light from every angle, both in the daytime and at night. I feel like it's always been there, hanging between the dining room and the living room. It's perfect.
Love how this layer of snow looks on this home haunt. I'd imagine folks who live in areas where snow is a possibility on Halloween aren't the biggest fans of the white stuff covering up their hard work, but it definitely seems cemetery-friendly (though I'd be pretty miserable if I had to deal with snow during our setup and display).
At the most remote end of the crypt there appeared another less spacious. Its walls had been lined with human remains, piled to the vault overhead, in the fashion of the great catacombs of Paris. Three sides of this interior crypt were still ornamented in this manner. From the fourth the bones had been thrown down, and lay promiscuously upon the earth, forming at one point a mound of some size. Within the wall thus exposed by the displacing of the bones, we perceived a still interior recess, in depth about four feet, in width three, in height six or seven. It seemed to have been constructed for no especial use within itself, but formed merely the interval between two of the colossal supports of the roof of the catacombs, and was backed by one of their circumscribing walls of solid granite.
- Edgar Allan Poe
I swear I haven't gone soft, but this looks really neat. Imagine it in a garden...near some twisted sticks and branches, with some fake webs (click on the video at the link and ignore the dreadful music).
Such a neat design. I really dig the Gammell/Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark vibe. Love the glowing eyes.
A really neat video below (and I can't recall ever seeing a larger faux cemetery):
“If I can but reach that bridge,” thought Ichabod, “I am safe.” Just then he heard the black steed panting and blowing close behind him; he even fancied that he felt his hot breath. Another convulsive kick in the ribs, and old Gunpowder sprang upon the bridge; he thundered over the resounding planks; he gained the opposite side; and now Ichabod cast a look behind, to see if his pursuer should vanish, according to rule, in a flash of fire and brimstone.
- Washington Irving
