soaring in air as on a highland Scots island somewhere between the arctic and the sky the ravens begin to caw in the ancient graveyard . . . one on each shoulder of the angel by the entrance and ten atop the gate . . . where to now . . . for the stars to tell . . .a few more days and Samhain . . . then they’ll know . . .

Samhain  being the great Celtic festival that dates back thousands of years . . . what Halloween is wrapped around. People just flat out refused to give it up . . .

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shimmering on air as the spiders frozen in place on the spider web shawls in the knitting shop begin to thaw . . . night and hours to be free before anyone comes back . . . webs strung from front to back with silk that can clutch anything and hold it close . . . breakfast they are once caught and lunch later . . . a key in the lock as the sun rises and a trap waiting to be sprung . . . better turn and run but no . . . the silken strands flying out like a gladiator’s net and pulled back in . . . a last gasping breath and . . .

My fall series post for today over on my Substack at the link and free to see. It includes this levitating broom shot by my photographer cousin.

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prancing on air as far into the eastern sky a mist descends and the trees come to life . . . a few creaks and the rest with a ghostly sigh . . . taller than the sky they look to be . . . not before but with a banyan tree’s worth of roots yanked out and stood upon . . . one maiden pulled inside with a final screech and then another . . . faster and faster and closer they come . . . where to go . . . high and into the sun perhaps . . . the spirits not wanting to burn . . .

My fall series post for today published over on my Substack at the link. Around 40 images including this fun Halloween-y handbag from a designer in Australia.

https://open.substack.com/pub/sarahbguestperry/p/very-eerie-pre-halloween-art-october-a9e?r=kbn1g&utm_campaign=post&utm_medium=web&showWelcomeOnShare=true

Simmering on air on a mother duck taking her babies under her wings to rest as out in the great storm something shrieks . . . not your standard wind shriek but a different kind . . . something coming up from deep under the waves straight out of grandmama’s stories . . . eyes like saucers but no one believing her . . . no . . . surely nothing with a head that bobs with seaweed hair and sea urchins for eyes and a starfish for a mouth could rise to its briny feet and walk right out of the water tossing wind turbines and offshore oil rigs as she comes . . .  or could she . . . 

My fall series post for today over on my Substack with many images including these American mausoleums that I found over on Instagram last year I think it was.

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whistling on air as somewhere in the Arctic the last glacier splits . . . smoke as sparkled up as a Faberge showroom before the last ball and ice that hisses like a sea snake in air . . . what to do . . . necromancer with her crystal ball . . . only way . . . the crystal less cloudy but a nice angel or an archangel of destruction . . . that’s the rub.

My fall series post for today published over on my Substack. It includes this photograph of a British lord who did his best to be buried as a sort of Ancient Egyptian. Thanks!

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opalescing in air as the bats in the Victorian children’s kaleidoscope start to awaken . . . back corner of the night nursery and hibernation that lasted years . . .  but a new family in the house and a child . . . time to awake again and play . . .

My fall series post for today published over on my Substack. It ends October 31st with a bit on November 1 too. Today’s images including these pretty pumpkin baskets.

https://open.substack.com/pub/sarahbguestperry/p/very-eerie-pre-halloween-art-october-2ac?r=kbn1g&utm_campaign=post&utm_medium=web&showWelcomeOnShare=true

sparking on air as high in the Himalayas a mist of frozen ice and snow shoots up like a sparkler and then disappears . . .the old snow goddess it is . . . reborn and rising toward towards the heavens . . . wrapped in chinchilla with an entire jeroboam of champagne . . . what to do . . .princesses from her court on either side and in all directions . . . for humans not to know . . . come back to take the mountains home or back to the sea . . .

My fall series post for today ready to be looked at over on my Substack at the link. It includes this fun page of Halloween seals from Dennison Manufacturing.

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