We are still waiting for cooler weather. I hate this triple digit heat.
Showing posts with label Ghost. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Ghost. Show all posts
Saturday, September 5, 2026
Saturday, August 15, 2026
The October Born
I have always had this vison of a witch walking out to a fog covered pumpkin patch just as a big yellow moon rises over the hills on Halloween night. There are only a few gourds remaining, and they are all the twisted and rotten remnants of the harvest. She raises her hands and casts a spell. The pumpkins start to move and crack open, spilling green mist and an eerie glow. From each a different type of monster rises. A skeleton, a ghost, a vampire, a werewolf, a giant spider, and a mummy. The newly formed army of the night follow her into town to fashion a Halloween nobody will ever forget.
(If a movie producer wants to make this, I can provide storyboards and concept designs.)
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Tuesday, July 11, 2023
Monday, July 3, 2023
Friday, November 2, 2018
The Veil is Lifted
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Wednesday, May 23, 2018
Necromancy and After Effects
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Tuesday, October 24, 2017
Thursday, October 1, 2015
Monday, August 10, 2015
Inspiration Strikes
I have days where everything must be put aside for the sake of a vision that spontaneously materializes and is too strong to be silenced. Today was one of those days and I am grateful for it.
I am very pleased with this painting and how it has turned out. Now I need to find a nice old frame for it and it will be ready for the Halloween art show coming up at the end of September. I can't wait!
Monday, October 13, 2014
2 of 13 The Shroud
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Thursday, October 9, 2014
Ghost II
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The Ghost
I built this guy a few years ago. We are having a lot of storms this year. I hope he holds up. I also am a big fan of creepy poems, so here is one for you now.
Ghosts
I am almost afraid of the wind out there.
The dead leaves skip on the porches bare,
The windows clatter and whine.
I sit here in the quiet house. low-lit.
With the clock that ticks and the books that stand.
Wise and silent, on every hand.
I am almost afraid; though I know the night
Lets no ghosts walk in the warm lamplight.
Yet ghosts there are; and they blow, they blow,
Out in the wind and the scattering snow.-
When I open the windows and go to bed,
Will the ghosts come In and stand at my head?
Last night I dreamed they came back again.
I heard them talking; I saw them plain.
They hugged me and held me and loved me; spoke
Of happy doings and friendly folk.
They seemed to have journeyed a week away,
but now they were ready and glad to stay.
But, oh, if they came on the wind to-night
Could I bear their faces, their garments white
Blown in the dark around my lonely bed?
Oh, could I forgive them for being dead?
I am almost afraid of the wind. My shame!
That I would not be glad if my dear ones came!
The dead leaves skip on the porches bare,
The windows clatter and whine.
I sit here in the quiet house. low-lit.
With the clock that ticks and the books that stand.
Wise and silent, on every hand.
I am almost afraid; though I know the night
Lets no ghosts walk in the warm lamplight.
Yet ghosts there are; and they blow, they blow,
Out in the wind and the scattering snow.-
When I open the windows and go to bed,
Will the ghosts come In and stand at my head?
Last night I dreamed they came back again.
I heard them talking; I saw them plain.
They hugged me and held me and loved me; spoke
Of happy doings and friendly folk.
They seemed to have journeyed a week away,
but now they were ready and glad to stay.
But, oh, if they came on the wind to-night
Could I bear their faces, their garments white
Blown in the dark around my lonely bed?
Oh, could I forgive them for being dead?
I am almost afraid of the wind. My shame!
That I would not be glad if my dear ones came!
Fannie Stearns Davis
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