Welcome Kittens & Dawgs! On the first Wednesday of this month, I shared a sky view shot from Water Rock Knob on the Blue Ridge Parkway. My good friend, Tom from SPMM, commented that I should transform it into a spooky night sky for Halloween. I just want y’all to know I take suggestion when inspired and run with it; using Pixelmator and borrowed resources from Brusheezy I created an eerie scene.
[tweetthis]I linked up with Curious as a Cathy for some not-so #WW fun & I invite you to join the party! #photography[/tweetthis]
What are your plans for Halloween? Nothing exciting here, other than we’re going to enjoy the home-made caramels to dip apple slices into after I melt it. Yummy good! We might even watch a fun spooky flix. 🙂 Moving along to this week’s art challenge.
I decided to give a try at sketching a rainy, stormy night sky using my iPad, Apple pencil, and Procreate drawing app for Scribble Picnic. I remember many Halloween nights when it rained but it never stopped us from going door-to-door. Oh, the fun we had!
This makes me think of the Peanuts comics with Snoopy plugging away at his story on an old vintage typewriter. I feel the wannabe novelist in me stirring, screaming “GIVE ME LIFE! GIVE ME LIFE!”
Today, I will attempt that quest of pulling out the novelist buried inside for the ABC Wednesday challenge. I heard that no snickers please… unless it’s the chocolate kind. 🙂
It was a dark, stormy night. The empty room filled Quintessa with a queasiness as the last quivering tear dropped off her cheek with thoughts of the quarrel that took place between Quinton and her. Had she been too quick to accuse Quinn regarding the evidence of the lipstick stain on his shirt collar clutched in her hand? Quinn’s quirky personality to brush off her discovery only made her quake with rage followed with a series of angry words no sooner spoken regretted. Her mama always warned her ugly words can’t easily be taken back but that didn’t stop her. Quinn never gave her cause to doubt him, so why the sudden insecurities? Coolheadedly, he walked away without saying a thing to avoid allowing his inflamed emotions get the better of him. A quality Quintessa didn’t possess. At least one of them knew how to restrain from using the mouth as a weapon. “Dang, will I not ever learn to not let my Irish temper get the best of me?” Dropping the shirt to the floor, she quietly went after him to repair the quandary.
The next two days DH is using comp time, so I won’t be around. I know y’all are getting tired of me disappearing in Blogosphere but it’s DH folks. I wanna spend time with him. Of course, I hope you’ll still join me tomorrow for BoTB! Now, y’all have a spooktacular evening and be safe!