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in search of halloween, part 6 [the final chapter]

well, the day has arrived, which means that the trappings of halloween will soon be replaced by grey november skies and the inexorable advance of christmas carols. but before that happens, i wanted to share with you the last images of halloween i captured. i truly do believe that these are some mighty fine specimens, located in one of montreal's more affluent neighbourhoods.


i hope they leave their house like this forever [i would]...

these are shots from the lawn of the house above. late afternoon lighting was sort of playing havoc, so the shots aren't as crisp as i'd like, but i think you get the idea...




then, of course, there were these guys... this is actually at the entrance to what appears to be a small community of mansions. i'll bet their treats are awesome...




this guy's shirt has the word "gourmet" proudly emblazoned on it. apparently, it's a myth that the dead will just eat anything they can bludgeon to death...












a ghoul funeral! it's like halloween squared...



i really like this shot. 



YOUR NIGHTMARE HAS ONLY JUST BEGUN...



and now, ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the country club of the living dead...



 
practice your golf game...




dead quiet, please...


have a cocktail...













hadn't seen this guy in a while...






normally, nothing is more frustrating to a halloween hunter than running over to grab a photo of something that looks really cool from a distance, only to find yourself eye to foliage with someone's decorative kale display, but i do think this one is actually quite lovely [and, of course, it's maintained by a giant spider, which helps]


these guys reminded me of a school choir for some reason. the main photo is a bit wonky, but i got some close-ups below...













that's where i want to be buried...












 


and finally, it wouldn't be halloween without a few nighttime shots, now would it?




happy halloween!

Comments

Biba said…
Awesome!

I admit though, I would be to scared to pass these houses at night...

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