Bosca Dubh

Dowling Community Garden at night (well, at 5:30 PM, which is the same thing as night in November at the 45th parallel).

The same boo lights, but through the Minolta Maxxum with slide film.

How about something a little lighter after all that Halloween Sturm und Drang?

Back at the start of October, we took our last “camping” trip of the season; we were planning to go in the tent, but the weather was wet and grim, so we ended up at a friend’s place up north, in Outing, Minnesota.

In front of their place was a simple swing–a board on a rope on a tree–that went far out over a steep hill. The big kids–Jack and Peter, 6, and Ella, 7–demanded “rocket rides” on this swing, which involved a big push over the precipice. I was only too happy to oblige.

By a route obscure and lonely,
Haunted by ill angels only,
Where an Eidolon, named NIGHT,
On a black throne reigns upright,
I have wandered home but newly
From this ultimate dim Thule.

Dream-Land by Edgar Allan Poe

A … happy? .. Hallowe’en to all!