|The great Griffey Boys cemetery ghost hunt, 2011|
|Don't know what they're doing, but either it's funny or frightening|
We came out at a point not less than 40 feet above the lake beneath us. That was enough to assure my sons that it was time to turn back. That the woods also reminded one of the same forest in the Blair Witch Project, added to the urgency.
|Adventurers to the fore!|
|Seeing things from an angle we've never seen before.|
|Yes, there's a cemetery there.|
|It's a pumpkin dressed in Ohio State fan garb with a wooden dagger thing.|
|His traditional pumpkin face, with a little help from his Mom|
|Always dashing and full of charisma, even before his black face paint|
|I'm sorry, but his design looked doofy|
Then our 13 year old stood firm on his desire to be Gandalf the Grey. Not Gandalf the White, but the Grey. Because Lord of the Rings is not the latest, hippest, the marketing machines of Halloween did not supply us with the needed $40.00 costume. So we improvised, with grey bathrobes, powdered hair, one store-bought beard, and an old limb from one of the trees that recent storms had dismantled in our backyard. After taping a light stick to the top, he was ready for action.
|You shall not trick!|
|Always the most intricate, because he doesn't have to carve it|
|Son, you astound me (bonus points for keeping his sideburns)|
|He has this geometric shape thing with his pumpkin designs|
|As cute as a princess, if not overwhelmed by the boys|
|On a Halloween of neat things, a bird of prey lands in a nearby branch just in time for me to get this shot|
Twas the night of Halloween.
When the strangest things are seen!