Ants Like Rain, Fucko!
(Shoulda gone marching before the storm)

All that I can really say about this is that it happened after about 50 or so hours of consciousness, and I was staring out of the window that was directly in front of me fixated on a single leaf on a bush across the street that had water dripping off of it because it had been raining earlier that day.

It’s like… Traditional Americana meets John Coltrane and Chick Corea in an opium den. Yes. I will go with that.

Waiting at the Gate

I have only done specifically creepy shots for Halloween a small number of times. I’m not good with the deadlines the surround holiday-themed photography because I can’t get in the mood until we’re right up on the holiday and then there’s no way in hell I’m going to be able to edit in time for the photos not to be all sad and pathetic and late, so often it just doesn’t happen. But every so often, I get lucky. This year, the luck, dammit!