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Sunday, September 17, 2006

Whistling Past the Graveyard

This morning's walk to church was foggy. Given the definite turning of the leaves and cooler, darker mornings, all I could think of was Halloween. I did pass on one picture. My cell phone doesn't get those distance shots, so I had to pass on a very cool, foggy picture with a man praying/meditating by a grave. Taking pictures of unattended graves, no problem. Interrupting people in their communion with the dead, big problem.

Labels: Seasons

posted by MyHusbandRules @ 9:11 AM

It reminds me of a string of wet sponges; it reminds me of tattered washing on the line; it reminds me of stale bean soup, of college yells, of dogs barking idiotically through endless nights. It is so bad that a sort of grandeur creeps into it. It drags itself out of the dark abysm…of pish, and crawls insanely up to the topmost pinnacle of posh. It is rumble and bumble. It is flap and doodle. It is balder and dash. -H.L. Mencken

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