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it's coming...




yup, that's right. today i saw my first halloween. of course, i've seen stuff for sale, but this is the first, genuine decorative halloween of the year, located at my local fishmonger's, where i suspect a lot of black cats would like to hang out.


seeing this sort of thing always makes my pulse race. [more than it otherwise does, since my heart clocks in at 90-100 beats per minute most of the time.]

as i took these photos, a perfect mother and young daughter pair walked by and i could easily see my own sense of wonder reflected in the child's eyes. she excitedly grabbed her mother's sleeve and asked "can we take a picture?"

the mother glanced at me and looked down at her smiling daughter and said "no", without even slowing her walk in the slightest.

so as i continued to grab a couple of shots, i could feel the horrified, humiliated eyes of this child bearing down on me, like i'm supposed to stop taking photos in solidarity or something.

it is not my fault that your mother is the wicked witch of westmount, kid. but for what it's worth, someday you'll be old and jaded and taking medication like me and you won't have to ask anyone's permission to take photos of halloween. unless people like your mother and i ruin the planet for you in which case, yeah, stuff is just going to be awful. but then halloween decorations aren't going to be a priority for you. 

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