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rooted in chaos ordered with complexity nature’s enigma
The Daily Press Weekly photo challenge:
Chaos
Wordless Wednesday (Week 44)
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Who’s There?
Knock knock!
Who’s there?
I don’t know.
I don’t know who?
I don’t know who’s there until you open the door so I can see!
Under the Full Moon
We all know that seemingly ordinary folks turn into werewolves during full moons, right? Well, they’re not the only ones to transform.
Take my seemingly innocent dog Chules for example. He loves to go out and explore in the moonlight.
But sometimes… he morphs into:
a charging bear
or a lone wolf
howling at the moon
or maybe a rearing stallion
or a zombie!
Scariest of all is when he turns into
a hyena!
Fortunately, once the full moon begins to wane, he turns back into his lovable self.
What creatures do you see when you venture out on a full moon?
The Daily Press weekly photo challenge: Transmogrify
JNW’s Halloween Challenge: Full Moon
Graveyard by Day
Clatsop Plains Pioneer Cemetery (est. 1846) in Clatsop County, Oregon USA
I grew up playing (respectfully) in this cemetery. It doesn’t look too scary now, but as a child, I had all sorts of imaginings about what might be lurking in the trees, or about stumbling across — or into — a sunken grave, or hearing otherworldly rustlings and voices just behind me.
And while it looks innocent enough by day, you still won’t find me going there after dark.
Wordless Wednesday (Week 43)
Occupied
Lights shine from within though no one’s lived there for years. The unliving, though...
JNW’s Halloween Challenge: Scary
Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: Houses and Barns
Grave Warning
If you be brave, pass through this gate
but be forewarned there death awaits.
On this dark night, old headstones glow.
Bones shift and stir in graves below.
Outstretched limbs point to the sky.
Leaves rustle as fanged bats pass by.
When midnight tolls on Halloween,
ghosts rise to haunt this eerie scene.
The gate will close as morning nears.
Those trapped inside will disappear.
Next Halloween when the gate swings wide
they’ll at last return from the other side.
The Great Escape
If only Leroy had distracted the guards a bit longer, they would have made it over the fence to freedom.
Leroy had warned them to wait for nightfall before storming the fence, but they didn’t listen.
Leroy said the grass was greener on the other side, but some had been behind bars so long it had begun to grow on them.
Leroy gave up on helping the captive trees and went back to the greener grass.
