I swerved on the first pass, trying to figure out why there was a werewolf on Sinktown Road, so I turned around at Weaver Road and came back up the hill. So glad I did, because these folks were nice enough to recreate the shoot so I could take a few pics of my own.
Well, I lost track of my days a bit while dog-sitting out in Skunk Hollow. Here it is Manipulate Marla Monday and I’ve completely forgotten. I forgot to write down the words to take out to the signal-less hollow and I forgot it was Monday until I was leaving the house.
So…I’m swapping days. The short post for tomorrow I’m giving you today. Random strangeness on my drive home last night I wanted to share. Sinktown Road is always entertaining. Of course it’s usually the zombies that cause the most trouble…
Tomorrow I’ll put up the result of the words/phrases you gave me last week.
Love, Marla
Driving home yesterday I came across a local resident photographing werewolf transformation in a field above Sink Hollow.
I swerved on the first pass, trying to figure out what was going on, so I turned around at Weaver Road and came back up the hill. So glad I did, because these folks were nice enough to recreate the shoot so I could take a few pics of my own.
Turns out they're living "next door" to where I'm house-sitting.
"Next door" in Skunk Hollow is, of course relative and we're talking a few acres away.
I never let myself think about how much I miss being from western Pennsylvania until I'm back.
You never know what's going to appear in the Pennsylvania countryside. Usually zombies, but today werewolves. I love this life.
