If I'd seen this image elsewhere, I'd have assumed Halloween was trampled by Christmas prancing in. Though would also wonder, what happened to Thanksgiving?
I'd have assumed this was shot no later than the final quarter of Julius' 2025.
Wrong Wrong Everything Wrong Tra-La-La La-La...
I took this photo the first week of September, 2026, amused by Death's skeleton framed by a gold-dotted red bow, Frosty smiling all the way, and most closely framed in Jesus' Holy Star.
Like the whole world, and everything everywhere all at once these holes somehow holding it all together holes through fabric, space between bones, time's illusion shredded, our multi-parallel holidays throughout the centuries, whole days, holy days, wholly holy days
So many living parallels in this image I gift you the game of Name Your Own and hope gratitude is giggling in the shadows rather than vaporized by the rise of everything but
Even as a kid I've said it doesn't matter if I live to be 150: this life will be the blink of an eye. Poet, author, visual artist, photographer, educator and lover of life (though still working on the hard parts like Covid, violence, inequity), I'm completing a memoir inspired by and largely about dogs and people.
Elizabeth Oakley Weaver 