Listen. . . With faint dry sound, Like steps of passing ghosts, The leaves, frost-crisp’d, break from the trees And fall. Adelaide Crapsey, “November Night” Related Posts: – “The Return” – Silent Sundays: The Magic of Halloween (1912) – “Burning the Old Year”
Darlings, you know that I love to share little treasures with you from time to time. This one comes to us courtesy of our resident Scary Things expert, Acadia Einstein. Digging around in the dusty archives of Superficial Gallery Headquarters,… Read More ›
Darlings, today is the first of October and it’s time to announce the big Halloween contest! This year’s contest is a combined Photo Scavenger Hunt and Costume Contest. You can choose to enter either contest or do them both and… Read More ›
The Year of Halloween 