279/366 All Souls Night
It has been raining off and on all day and tomorrow promises to be more of the same, so I haven been rustling around in the Halloween box to see what I can find.
And this is a Croc-a-Jack? Jack-a-Croc? Jack-Gator? Halloween-o-dile? from a Southern folk artist.
And how should we break faith who have seen
Those dead lips plight with the mist between,
And how forget, who have seen how soon
They lie thus chambered and cold to the moon?
How scorn, how hate, how strive, we too,
Who must do so soon as those others do?
For it’s All Souls’ night, and break of the day,
And behold, with the light the dead are away.
–from Edith Wharton’s “All Souls”
Image taken and processed with Polamatic using Spectra presets (this was the widest film available)
For today: All Souls Night