


He did not come home.
Paula Cravens explores acrylic painting, mixed media, collage and the meaning of the universe
This is an old image. I should be downstairs snugged up by the wood furnace painting but I have to trek into town to get a tooth filled. Pooh! That is what comes of living out in the middle of nowhere, you are always driving somewhere.
We had made 60 goodie bags and had to scrounge to give something for 80 trick or treaters! The kids here are so good, they make awesome costumes despite the cold weather and their parkas and are always polite. We drove to see the fireworks (2 minutes there, 2 minutes back...that's why I love living in small towns). Go forth and make your Day of the Dead altar.