- Elefant - Black Magic Show (Introduction)
- The Killers - Midnight Show
- The Rakes - Terror!
- Franz Ferdinand - Evil Eye
- Joy Division - Shadowplay
- The Cure - Lullaby
- Echo & the Bunnymen - The Killing Moon
- Dead Man's Bones - In the Room Where You Sleep
- The Bravery - Split Me Wide Open
- MGMT - Electric Feel
- The Psychedelic Furs - Shock
- Lana Del Rey - Body Electric
- Nine Inch Nails - Came Back Haunted
- Gnarls Barkley - The Boogie Monster
- The National - Anyone's Ghost
- Cold War Kids - Bottled Affection
- Depeche Mode - Strangelove
- Arcade Fire - Afterlife
For this year's Halloween mix, I put together a soundtrack to match my Bride of Frankenstein costume. There was an accident, some electricity, and some really confusing monster love. Also, there is some great, spooky music for Halloween hauntings.
When I heard that the Haunted Mansion ballroom dancers were featured in the Mickey's "Boo-to-You" Halloween Parade at Mickey's Not-So-Scary Halloween Party, I was so there. I love Halloween... I mean like LOVE Halloween, so it probably isn't much of a surprise that I also love The Haunted Mansion.
The party was a lot of fun. Even in mid-September, everyone was in costume and had great Halloween spirit. However, Disney didn't make the rules very clear about costumes, and most of the adults were in costume, and I really wished that I had dressed up too.
My main goal was photos from the parade. Between my inexperience and the weird Disney parade lighting, getting crisp photos was a bit of a challenge. Most of my photos were all blurs and weirdness, but I kind of loved that effect on this shot of the ballroom dancers. Very ghostly. I so wish that I had one of these costumes.
I've got a thick tongue, brimming with the words that go unsung. It seemed like the real thing, but I was so blind. You're up; I'm down. You're blind; I see. I don't fit in, so why do you want me?
I can't help myself, lost inside adorable illusion. Simmer for someone, the wrong one. I know that I am diving into my own destruction. I'm all messed up. I'm out of line. You'll just throw away every word I say; you can throw away everyone word I say.
Find myself choking on all of my contradictions. I think we're like fire and water. I think we're like the wind and sea. I suppose that's just the way it is.
I'm giving it my all, but I'm not the girl you're taking home. Oh, I wish you wanted me to stay. You'll never know how it makes me blue. I just keep dancing on my own.
I put this mix together a month ago. Never thought it sounded right until I listened to it yesterday. The intro is a mesh of lyrics from the songs; I didn't feel like writing my story, so I used them to create one.
I'm still working through the pile of photos that I took at Diagon Alley (see Wizarding World of Harry Potter album). This photo keeps calling out to me, an unexpected surprise. I love the perspective and the distinct morning shadows. There is a story hidden in this shot begging to be written, and I find the image so dramatic and engaging.
In Florida, Fall is a miserable, oppressively hot time of the year. It makes me long for my hometown, Columbus. I miss the leaves, the autumn colors, crisp, chilly weather, apple cider, hay rides, big sweaters, pumpkin farms, and boots.
We do get some color change here, but it isn't quite the same, so I have supplement my Fall longings. This year, I painted my own leaves. Truthfully, it's for a project, but it made me feel good to look at the colors and imagine the smell of fallen leaves and the crisp way they crunch underfoot.
I finally visited Diagon Alley at Universal Studios Florida. I had high hopes, and they still completely blew me away. Some places give you a hint at what a place might feel like, but as I walked through the crack in the wall, I felt like I had walked directly into the books.
I really wanted to see Diagon Alley at night. It really does become even more magical as the sun goes down. At dusk, everyone started grouping in the street with their cell phones and cameras ready to take photos of the dragon's fire. People were intent, patient, and so focused. You would think it was real magic. To me, this photo is so much more interesting than the actual photo of the dragon's fire.
I'm in a phase. My photographs have started looking monotonous, so I've turned to paint. I searched through some of my favorite blogs for art inspiration. I wanted new art supplies. Me and the art section on Amazon have a problem. I could probably use a 12 step program.
I've always longed for my Middle School days of screen printing, but it seems so expensive and messy. So, when I saw multiple bloggers loving the Gelli Arts Gel Printing Plate, I had to have one. These are crappy iPhone photos from my first night. It was just me, some Ray on the turntable, the new Gelli plate, my inexpensive craft acrylics, printer paper, and a small collection of masks and stencils. It was a fun few hours experimenting and playing. Each print is a new discovery. I have a lot to learn, but it was seriously fun.
Plus, I love any excuse to get all painty.
Ah, my Zander, I loved him instantly. For the last 11 years, he has been my bestest buddy, my familiar. He met me at the door, guarded me Cleopatra cat style, slept on my feet at night, and snuggled on my chest on particularly shitty days. He was always by my side, my Halloween cat.
Our vet begged us to take Zander. Officially, they named him Alexander the Great Spawn of Satan because my legendary hurricane of havoc was perfectly skilled at stealing the food before the receptionist could get it to her mouth. All I heard was Zander, and thought of loyal, loveable Xander Harris. I was right.
My boy never lost his devious spark. He dug up flower beds, ate my plants, chewed the faces off of his toys, and tore holes in the screen. His fascination with water was beyond crazy. I couldn't find a bowl big or heavy enough to stop him from constantly spinning all of the water out of it.
But mostly, he lived up to the great. He was beautiful, sweet, and an expert cockroach killer (and eater). He had a radar for ideal spots of sunshine and was a world-renown sleeping contortionist. He was ornery, curious, and so much fun. He was my favorite photography subject, the perfect bullshit boyfriend detector, photo-bomber, lap-warmer, and cat treat connoisseur. I will forever love that crazy, silly little pumpkin butt.
It has been a long, dramatic, emotional month, which is adequately reflected in the somber choices for this mixtape. But truthfully, Tom Petty was right that some days are some mofo'ing rocks.
What's a girl to do when life gets tough? Exactly. Camp out on the couch, and spend countless hours falling in love with Logan Echolls. I moved on to Dean Winchester, but only when the Veronica Mars episodes ran out. Fighting demons is probably more of my style, but, wow, does that Logan have the most adorable getting out of (or getting into) trouble smile.
I get lost with my camera. I see the trees, and the forest disappears. I follow lizards into the dark, back corners of people's patios and stumble on crisscrossing spiderwebs. This was my attempt to weave myself between their webs without disturbing them but still getting an interesting shot.
Orchard Orbweavers can be difficult to photograph well. They are smallish and often found in the woods where their vibrant green and yellow hues blend in with the trees (color version). However, they are worth the effort. Their webs are works of art, and they are dramatically long-legged and elegant. I could watch them quietly hanging out on their web for hours.