
I ain't afraid of no ORBS




Not much.
Cemetery tour, anyone?
Autumn's beautiful colors even make these weedy trees look pretty.
Our dear daughter in her witch costume in 2002.

A. With a pumpkin patch.

A. Volumizing shampoo
OK, so I guess you can tell by checking out this photo of these orbs I captured on camera at a local cemetery Sunday night that this is the spooky part of the post.
Card I sent to our great-nephew, Adam, for his second Halloween.
I snapped this last Thursday when I was parked in a bank parking lot, looking across the street at another bank. I call it urban foliage.

This is when we turned the corner off of our side street onto the state highway, before I decided to chronicle the ride. No, we don't live in the country.
Heading down the hill.
This is Elm Street Cemetery in our town's historic district.
Elm Street.

When we got to the parking lot, who was there but fellow church member and chef extraordinaire, Dennis, dressed in his Rye, N.Y. volunteer firefighter garb. He moved here to southern Connecticut from Westchester County a few years back.
Here is "Autumn morning." How's that for an original name? Tee hee.
Which one is your favorite?
I only had to go out the back door to get this foliage shot last Sunday afternoon.
It's sad that October is almost over. It's such a beautiful time of year.
!What do you call a witch who lives at the beach?
A sand-witch.
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Q:What kind of street does a ghost like best?
A: A dead end.
Q: What did the papa ghost say to the baby ghost?
A: Fasten your sheet belt.
Q: How do ghosts fly from one place to another?
A: By scareplane.
Q: What directions did the ghost give the goblin?
A: "Make a fright turn at the corner."
Breaking my own rule here by posting a "steeplechase" picture I took today of the First Congregational Church of Derby.
That's my glimpse into history for today. Who knows what I will come up with tomorrow?
I spotted this guy with a pond all to himself when I was out on an assignment this week. He seems to be having a peaceful life. Let's take a page from his book and Quack for Peace.

Not spooky:
I'd like a beer and a mop.
Two men were walking home after a Halloween party and decided to take a shortcut through the cemetery just for laughs.
Right in the middle of the cemetery they were startled by a tap-tap-tapping noise coming from the misty shadows.
Trembling with fear, they found an old man with a hammer and chisel, chipping away at one of the headstones.
"Holy cow, Mister," one of them said after catching his breath, "You scared us half to death -- we thought you were a ghost! What are you doing working here so late at night?"
"Those fools!" the old man grumbled. "They misspelled my name!"

These are two more foliage shots that I took last Friday, a beautiful fall day.