Showing posts with label Hallowe'en. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Hallowe'en. Show all posts

Saturday, October 31, 2020

Happy, spidery Hallowe'en!

 Have a happy, spooky Hallowe'en!

Cabin window, Lake Roberts. Spider extra.

Last day of Arachtober!

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¡Qué tengan un Hallowe'en muy pavoroso! (Y feliz, por supuesto.)

Esta es la ventana de una cabaña abandonada en el lago Roberts. Con araña añadida.



Thursday, October 31, 2019

In her best Hallowe'en outfit

I promised you a rubber dollar store spider. Here she is!

On maple leaves.

Happy Trick or Treating!

Wednesday, October 31, 2018

Spook

It's Hallowe'en and the night is alive.

Walk carefully down those dark halls! She's waiting!

Happy Hallowe'en!

Sunday, October 30, 2016

Very orange

Pumpkin spider ...

Says ...

"Have a happy and safe Hallowe'en!"

Orange

Marigold

Marigolds

Young marigold.

And  black. Because it's almost Hallowe'en.

And I've been out partying.

Saturday, November 01, 2014

Monday, November 04, 2013

Belated Hallowe'en pic

Seen in Beach Grove, November 1st:

Some days, I can relate.

A busy week ahead; I'm up to my ears in appointments, visitors, errands; mostly good, some very good. I may disappear for a day or two.

Thursday, November 01, 2012

Monsters, squirrels, silly me

Bits and pieces; some links, a busy squirrel, photo fixing, and more.

First, the links; interesting things I've seen these past couple of weeks:

Getting in the mood for Hallowe'en, Tim Eisele posted the story of a suicidal caterpillar, then followed up with an even more gruesome tale of a spider who ended up being prey rather than predator. Warning! Not for "sensitive souls". (We critter fans should have no problem with them.)

More "Ewwww" posts: Sea lice eat a dead pig, and "Is this fish evil?" An enquiry into the reasons for our shudders. From Deep Sea News.

Big and beautiful. Ted MacRae calls this a "Monster in the night", but he ends up taking it home as a pet for his daughter. If you skipped the last four links, this one is safe.

This I found fascinating; some land-based hermit crabs do more than just move into discarded shells that they find. Instead, they remodel them first, scraping them out for more room, and less weight, which gives them more speed without sacrificing the protection they need. From the BBC.

Great news! I and the Bird is back! And with a wonderful new format! Do you have posts to contribute? Go check out the new guidelines.

One more. This was really helpful, and has inspired me to take another look at some of my older photos. Ted MacRae takes an old, "crappy" (his word) photo of a beautiful beetle, applies his improved editing skills, and comes out with a decent photo. And don't miss Alex Wild's little fixes (in the comments) that turn it into a dazzling, shiny jewel.

I've picked out a few of my really old ones, and followed Ted's lead. One was the cat photo I posted a couple of days ago. Here's another: a terrible photo of a flatworm, very small, taken with one of my first cheap cameras; slightly unfocused, sprinkled with sand, and against a jumbled background. A few tweaks, and here's what I came up with.

Going places.

Not perfect, but passable. Looks like digging through those old files might be profitable.

Current events: here's a crappy photo which no amount of Photoshopping will fix. It's been a dreary, grey day, pouring rain and windy*. I was at my desk when rapid movement outside attracted my attention. Something was violently shaking a branch of the maple tree. Had to be a squirrel. I took a photo, without flash, through the window. Of course, the shutter was slow, and this is what the camera saw. (Still better than what I saw.)

A squirrel, all right. But what's he after?

He stopped suddenly, ran back up the branch and sat with his back to me. A minute later, he scrambled back down to the tip, and yanked at a winged seed, still not ready to fall and clinging tightly to its branch tip. The whole tree danced with their struggle, squirrel against seed. The squirrel won after a long tussle.

Remaining seeds, resting while the squirrel sits up-branch, eating the latest victim.

And, in the "Silly me" category:

In London Drugs this afternoon, I noticed some specialty reading glasses from Foster Grant, designed for working at a computer screen. They have an amber tint, that is supposed to
  • Reduce eye strain and improve contrast
  • Reduce blue light
  • Reduce glare
  • Reduce eye fatigue
Worth a try. And only $30. I bought a pair.

And they do help. The burning I've been feeling lately is gone, and my eyes aren't watering, even after a few hours on the computer.

So here I was editing photos, and the colours just wouldn't come out right. I clicked on areas that were supposed to be white, and they came out orangey. The greens were brown and muddy. I puzzled over those greens for a long while, then gave up and saved a photo as-is. Half-way through the next, I remembered those so-helpful glasses. I took them off, and -- it's miraculous! -- the photos fixed themselves instantly!

Derp!

*And in spite of the stormy weather, the trick or treaters were out tonight, with big jackets over their costumes.

Wednesday, October 31, 2012

Catrina Mexicana

A first attempt at a papier-maché mask for Hallowe'en. A happy calaca, modelled somewhat after La Catrina.

Buen Dia de los Muertos!

Have a happy and safe Hallowe'en!

(I know she has too many teeth. She needs them for her wide jaw.) (I mention this because that's the first thing Laurie noticed.)

Monday, October 31, 2011

Scaring the ducks

Boo!
Beware the reedy island!

Duck pond, Centennial Park

Have a shivery Hallowe'en!

Monday, November 01, 2010

Trick or Treat!

Every year many of the residents in our apartment block gather in the lobby to greet the neighbourhood trick-or-treaters. Someone brings coffee and tea; others bring baking (including roast chestnuts this year - they're good!).   Everyone brings candy for the kids.

And kids of all ages show up.


Polly, our oldest resident, at 87 y.o., was doorman tonight.


And here's our youngest trick-or-treater, in a witch hat and with a patch sewn on his jacket, with his mommy to help him keep the candy bag off the ground.


Superman and a pirate, I think.


Speaking eyes; the lower pair says, "Just look at all that candy!"


A young man with his head in his hands.

And there were no end of princesses and fairies, ghouls of all sorts, several supermen, a roly-poly plush pumpkin, and a teenager with just a lei around his neck, hoping that counted enough to merit a handful of chocolate bars. It did, barely.

Sunday, October 31, 2010

Hallowe'en preparations

In Tsawwassen, they're ready to greet the trick-or-treaters:


The bride looks a little ... stiff.


Skull in a window. (And I've been playing with Picnik again.)


Save the Southlands or else!

(The Southlands is a large plot of agricultural land near Centennial Beach on Boundary Bay, much used by hawks as a hunting ground. Developers want the property for a housing complex. The locals are fighting it. So far, they've managed to hold it off.)

Monday, October 25, 2010

Sunday, November 01, 2009

On the pumpkin trail

I'm in Strathcona again. It's full of talented people,* so I thought that the Hallowe'en displays would be worth checking out. And the sun came out! So off I went, camera in hand, to find pumpkins.

I was not disappointed. These were a few of my favourites, all found within 3 blocks of the starting point.




A happy kid. Maybe Calvin?





Love the toothpick hair!





Cat on a windowsill





In distress; all those warts, dried-up nose, and he's lost an ear, besides.





Raccoon, the masked bandit?





Toothy character.





"Ow! That tealight was hot!"




Cthulhu

And one extra, not a pumpkin. The simplest decoration I saw, but surprisingly effective: the two-tissue ghost.



Good until the next rain.

More of the pumpkins are on Flickr, here.

*The annual Eastside Culture Crawl, this year with over 300 local artists, happens in three weeks, November 20 to 22. We'll be there, as usual.
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Days "of Innocent Merriment"

Hope you had an exciting and happy Hallowe'en!


Not lonely like this sad pumpkin.

And for tomorrow, Un buen Dia de los Muertos! (That's Day of the Dead, one of Mexico's most popular celebrations.)


Papier-mâché Catrina. Created by my grand-daughter for her mother.


The hat and reboso.

In Mexican custom, Dia de los Muertos is a day to remember your deceased relatives, and to invite them to share, for a moment, your life again. Altars are set up with the favourite foods of those you wish to honour. (By some coincidence, they turn out to be everybody's favourites; mole de guajolote, rice, tequila, pressed fruit ates ...) Often, the food is taken out in the evening to the graveyard. After the deceased have had their fill, (without diminishing the quantities, however; they partake of the "essence" and leave the solid stuff) the family sits down and polishes off the rest.

In the plazas, vendors hawk little white sugar skulls, some with names pasted on the foreheads. The newspapers devote pages to silliness, publishing satirical eulogies, called "calaveritas", of living politicians and other public figures, local and international, in rollicking rhyme. (Samples here, including George Bush.)

Join the fun! Bake a batch of Grandma's specialty cookies and share them with the next generation. Or plant daffodils for that uncle who loved them. ... I'm sure you can think of something.

(Title from Gilbert and Sullivan; they could have been writing calaveritas.)
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Saturday, November 01, 2008

They come out of the night on All Hallows Eve

Last year, the red-head had three horns; this year, our visiting devil was a little more mature, and had five:


At the other extreme, what could be more angelic than this?


The littlest trick-or-treater

Hope you had a fun Hallowe'en!
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Saturday, October 18, 2008

Westham Island Herb Farm

Second in the Westham Island Herb Farm series.

The Ellis family has been farming at this location in Delta since 1916. The on-site outlet for their produce, WIHF, is snuggled up against the farm proper; a complex of sheds and a farmhouse, surrounded by extensive fields.

At this time of the year, most of the fields are resting; the store will close for the winter in two weeks. But the owner, Sharon Ellis, ends the year with a bash and a blaze of Hallowe'en colour and fun.

Pumpkins, of course. Starting next week, there will be carved pumpkin faces everywhere, lit up each night until Hallowe'en. And there are costumed figures, smiling "scary" masks, a haunted house for the little ones (billed as "Terror in the Jungle" and housed inside a quonset greenhouse.) I was tempted to pretend to be a kid just to go in and see what they've cooked up.

Is that a wicked grin, or just insane? Uncle Herb, inviting us into his "Jungle".

But there's more to be seen. On the far side of the pumpkin festival, there's a tiny, old-timey general store, carrying everything from home-made jams and jellies to soap and buckets.


Through that back door, a little lawn overshadowed by a hard-working kiwi vine, still producing in spite of the chilly weather:


Vintage farm tools and farmhouse dishes decorate outside walls.


The flower is made of parts of machinery. And does anyone know what that wheel would have been used for?

Down a path past a battery of wheelbarrows, there is a henhouse and stable. The henhouse was empty, but this birdhouse had some pretty tenants:


Birdhouse. No birds.


Wasps, instead. With a spider web as curtain across the door.


The only chicken we saw.


One of the residents of the stable


Clematis climbing the chickenwire

Back around the front, we went in to see what veggies were available still. We bought newly-dug potatoes and carrots. (Try to remember the smell of a fresh-pulled carrot -- worth the stop all on its own!) Some of the carrots were a pale yellow; I had never seen any like them. I got a few onions, too, and garlic heads. And apples, of course.


Mouth-watering


Crookneck squash

The owner (I think it was) chatted with us as she cleaned veggies by the back door. Did you know that potatoes keep better if they're not washed? I didn't. I bought the washed ones, anyhow; I would use them in a couple of days.

Back out to the car with our loot, stopping on the way to invade Miss Pumpkin's privacy in the bath:


Rubber duckie and all

Of course, if she hadn't planted herself in the flower/herb/squash bed right by the driveway, she would have reason for complaint. As it was, she seemed completely unperturbed by our swarming around.

Missus Pumpkin's tractor was bogged down; ...


... she was still by the roadside when we left. She waved goodbye.


Bye! See you again in the spring!
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