My schedule this semester is putting me behind the eight ball, but I didn’t want to miss Halloween. I have some neighbors who really do justice to the season and so most of this is from their display.
This is what happens when you don’t brush your teeth, right?
I guess this is her sister, bad orthodontistry.
And these guys — not from anybody’s seasonal display. But don’t they look as if they’re saying trick or treat?
Hope yours is full of fun.
Yup, it’s here. Time to change the wardrobe. That’s what nature is doing, right?
Kind of a melancholy time. All that stuff that gets left behind.
But still, it has its moments.
So we stick around for a while. Right?
RIGHT?
The view from far away can look so good. Do your thoughts go there?
It might be hard to tell just what you’re looking at. And sometimes
it’s not so great at all. Other times, it even seems inviting.
Or one just wonders
And sometimes the view is looking back atccha.
Cars and trucks are mighty fine. So are airplanes and buses. This is just a mediation on how many ways there are of getting around.
Even getting to work (this was taken in the employee parking lot of a local hospital).
And there’s getting around just for the fun of it
and in the imagination
and by train (Yonkers, New York, taken from the train)
Or on foot
or just catching a ride.
The circle is such an attractive shape. Even if I had the ability to speculate why, I wouldn’t get into that here (books and books about it), but the ghost of all that speculation — geometric, psychological, occult and esoteric — hangs around it. Around, indeed. Around and around, circles draw the eye and they draw my eye, maybe more than most any shape.
Even when they’re not particularly beautiful, circles compel attention.
invoking all those ideas about them — unity, fullness, ripeness, oh we could go on and on.
and we could remark about their usefulness
but wouldn’t that be redundant?
and beside the point?
But the circle would still draw the eye.
Even when it’s not quite there.
Whaddya Mean Rosebuds? 