I know, I know… it’s tough to know what I was thinking, since my facial expressions were so subtle (unlike Sister S), but I’ll help you out. In the first picture, I was thrilled at the prospect of trick-or-treating in the neighborhood; in the second, you can sense how excited I was about collecting all that candy!
Santa Fe is filled with reminders of a rich Mexican heritage, especially during this time of year. I love this colorful and elegant Catrina, seen in one of the shop windows. She has such flair and attitude.
Here are some photos from a Halloween over thirty years ago. I’ve incorporated my tried-and-true patchwork pants into yet another hobo costume (a recurring theme); my sisters, as usual, went in a completely different direction.
During our recent visit to Dahlonega, Georgia, H and I ate at a delightful little restaurant that just happened to occupy the site of the former city jail. (The first major gold rush in the United Staes occurred in this town, which I’m sure must have been reason enough for effective law enforcement.) Although the pleasant dining area is outside, the path to the restrooms passes right through the jail, with original cells on either side. When you leave, you appreciate the fresh air that much more.