It is a dark and chilly evening, which came on early and fast. We've had fewer than the usual number of 'monsters' ringing the doorbell in hopes of treats. The night feels quiet - poised and waiting... I hesitate to imagine too vividly what that might entail. They say the veils between the worlds are thin tonight...
"There is an old tale goes that Herne the Hunter...
Doth all the winter-time, at still midnight,
Walk round about an oak, with great ragg'd horns... "
William Shakespeare
A number of years ago I began painting some of those things that may 'bump in the night' at this time of year. Herne was amongst my first.
There is a nice vaguely-creepy Halloween article written by Neil Gaiman for the New York Times that you can read here. Daisy Lupin has also put up a ghost story blog for the next month only. Perfect end to my evening.
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Ah, your Herne. Whatta guy.
Whose brows those are I think I know
His house is four streets over, though
He will not see I've posted here
To note the offbeat way they grow
(I fully expect to be haunted by the ghost of Robert Frost tonight, alas.)
Oooh, that's a spooky one. Excellent!
I love your Herne the Hunter, that's almost exactly how I think he is. He is a great favourite of mine.
LOVE the image Tara! I have always adored pagen rituals and personally find that Halloween has become a bit too commercialized. Thank you for bringing us back to basics...
Very cool and creative work on this blog!
aha ! Beltane down here in the southern hemisphere - blessings, bliss & beltane blossoms being sent to you from this sosf member xo
love Herne tara, beautiful work.
Wow, what a picture, such power.
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