Dandelion Wine

I read a book this past summer by Ray Bradbury entitled Dandelion Wine. It's the quintessential summer book. Leaves fleeting feelings. The reason for the title is all summer the grandfather makes and stores dandelion wine, and then all through the year everyone sips it and get a taste of summer. Photos are my dandelion wine. I look at these now and I feel a lot of familiar feelings. These particular pictures are all disposables, and are all from Poland, save for the underwater ones. If anyone sees these I hope it reminds them of the beauty of summer, too.

 I want to say something self-deprecating here BUT I WON'T

We obviously had a lot of fun. Now I can go cry about it.

Everybody Make a Scene

 I love Halloween mostly because putting on a costume makes people act a little more wild. Stepping out of yourself can be good for forgetting about restrictions, inhibitions.

 I haven't had a proper costume for years, but I finally got my shit together this year, and dressed up as a character from my favorite graphic novel, Sandman. Her name is Delirium and she is of the endless. I definitely took my costume pretty far in terms of delirious behavior.

 Far too much love.

  I'm sad Halloween is over. It's my favorite holiday and the high point of fall, for me. I keep wanting to delve into everything spooky but I feel like the time has past. I know it doesn't matter, in reality, though. I'm probably just going to keep going on walks in cloudy weather and convincing myself of terrifying things. Creep on.