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A Spooky Saturday

A Saturday October morning started with a trip to Old Salem with my mom and sister.  It was finally cold out after being close to 90 degrees for months.

We wandered around the farmer’s market, and in the little shops.  On the ground I saw some weird mushroom type things, and this little painted rock with a pumpkin on it.

We went back to my Mom’s house where we talked about Halloween plans and costumes. Eventually our plans led us here.

 Halloween shops always pop up mysteriously, in the shell of a recently abandoned store. Never in the same place, each year it’s always a game to figure out where they will appear.

I started planning my costume, which is my favorite character from my favorite band, Ghost. So next was a trip to Goodwill and then the fabric store to get supplies, with lunch at a Greek restaurant in between shopping.

The costume I decided to create in two weeks!

After realizing I would probably never find a jacket at goodwill that looked similar enough, I decided to attempt to make my own, with the help of my sister who is a great seamstress. We drank Chai tea as cats ran around while we worked.

It was a great Spooky Saturday!

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Old Salem Evening

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**Part of my collection of poor pictures that have been stuck in my drafts for a year or more as a result of my uninspired period**

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It’s always fun to wander around Old Salem, but it just seems to become the most exciting in the fall.

As the cool days just start to turn into icy cold nights, and the leaves have turned colors and are beginning to fall from the trees.

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I find a way to love all of the seasons, but this one is always my favorite.

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Nights in Neon

A frigid late November night in Detroit Michigan. We rode the People Mover around and around, taking in the city sights as the sun set.
Hungry for food, we stepped off the train car at the Greektown exit and headed toward the faint glow of pink and blue.
Bright neon lights in the cold winter night, led us down the winding concrete stairs to the loud festive streets of Greektown.
The lights illuminated the walkway, some flickered and gave off a low hum of electricity. It felt a little like being in an alternate universe.

Another corner of Detroit, overflowing with character.

We sat in a Greek restaurant, devouring delicious food and reminiscing on the fun we had that day, wandering our homeland.

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Abandoned Mill Village: Inside the Walls

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When my friends and I visited the Abandoned Mill Village, we couldn’t resist taking a look inside the little houses that had been abandoned for forty years or more.

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Many of them were painted bright colors inside, perhaps they had once been cheerful little homes. But now the paint was peeling from the walls, parts of the floors were caved in, and plants had begun to creep in through the broken windows and cracks in the walls.

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It’s a spooky feeling walking through a place now dilapidated, that was once somebody’s home. I wish I could see what these houses looked like when families were still living in this village.