I remember the full moon on Halloween, 1955. I was a pirate riding in the back of a neighbor’s car along with some of my classmates. I looked out the back window and there it was, big and bright, high in a dark sky. Fast forward 65 years to Halloween 2020–I’m an old man with a camera this time–took this shot from a street corner in Sacramento. I still like chocolate.
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My labels: grandfather, father, veteran, writer, poet, photographer and dreamer in pursuit of the meaning of life. Getting close, although I'm running out of time--probably why I'm so close. View more posts