Monday, November 29, 2010
Meet Sophie. She is a mix of bassett, shepherd, and chow and has been a great companion to our family for 13 1/2 years. I'm not going to get all sentimental, but I can tell her days are numbered. She is in good health for her age, but there are signs that the sun is setting on her time with us. Her hearing is nearly shot, her stubby legs don't go nearly as fast as they used to, her muzzle is frosted with the white of her winter years. Wherever dogs go when they are done demolishing rubber squeaky toys, snoring like a lumberjack, and farting in the backseat of the car after being fed the leftover scrambled eggs on a camping trip, I hope there are squirrels to chase. If there are squirrels, Sophie will be a happy dog.
Friday, November 26, 2010
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
Monday, November 22, 2010
Something foul is approaching on this strangely warm November night. The animals sense its approach and are restless, pawing at the screen door but too wary to go outside. The wind blows through the bare limbs and hisses across the pine needles, tossing dead leaves and rattling window panes. There is no sense in the balmy night air. Not this late in the year when it should be cold and frosty and laden with the first snowflakes of winter. No, something unnatural is out there tonight, riding the currents of heat. A storm approaches from the west, and as the sky is lit with electricity the silhouette of something dark and sinister boils in the clouds.
Sunday, November 21, 2010
Friday, November 19, 2010
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
I last updated on this piece in late September. Since then, he has sat in various places around the house and on my desk at work, mocking my lack of vision. I just couldn't seem to pull this thing into focus, knowing it needed more work but not sure in what direction to take it. Should it be a water dwelling creature, drifting with the tides and currents until it is within reach of unsuspecting prey? Should it dwell in the desert, sun dried and bleached as it struggles to exist in the dry, hot climate? Finally, I decided that neither would do, and I would stray into my fears of the deep silent woods, tapping into the feeling of being lost and alone ,knowing that there is something watching. I am still not 100% done with this piece, but am beginning to feel at peace with the direction I have taken.
Sunday, November 7, 2010
I spent today tying up some loose ends...finishing a few pieces I had started but not had time to finish. These are the last two pieces of the 2010 Shadow Farm Crop. Both are available for sale on Etsy. Stop by the shop and take advantage of my recently reduced prices and free shipping!
As I wrap up for this year and prepare to go into the long winter months, I can't help but start to think of what next year will bring. Ideas are already forming for some pretty cool pieces.
Thursday, November 4, 2010
Thanks to everyone who made a purchase from my Etsy shop this year. If you haven't yet, it is not too late...almost.
In preparation for a much needed vacation, I have reduced the prices on all my remaining items. Now is a great time to bag that spooky little something before it is too late!
Stay tuned for new items in the coming months...but first a brief intermission before the cold, dark months of winter.
Monday, November 1, 2010
A few pictures from the Books N More Haunted Basement. The picture above is a particularly moody shot of my Sue Belle tombstone. I would love to have an entire haunt with this atmosphere. Below is a shot looking toward the front of the haunt. Guests had to cross a rickety bridge, over an actual stream with a terrific view of a deserted graveyard
After shedding their trick or treat costumes, Fox and Onyx wait fearlessly to guide the next group of victims thru the haunt.
This googly-eyed spectre was conjured at the last minute to fill a spot in the haunt. He was surprisingly effective, and stopped several people in their tracks for fear of what he might be dreaming up. (Of course, the fact that he was in a room that demanded the guests to crawl thru on hands and knees probably helped his creep factor)
A shop known only as "The Second Hand". What evil lurks in the dark depths just around the corner?
An excellent reason to fear the dentist....
Body Bags hang in a creepy area of the basement. The light from above is filtered thru triangular glass tiles that are set into the mortar of the sidewalk above. Rusty pipes and drippy walls make the perfect setting for this gauntlet of doom.
A stray tarantula waits just beyond the body bags, ready to pounce on unsuspecting victims.
T-bone looks just about as tired as I feel.