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It's snowing here, yes, you heard me snowing! and it's cold, really cool.

For gosh sake it's not even Halloween!

and it looks like I am not the only one freezing to death!

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This is the same child who had such a great fear of falling that he would not allow us to take the training wheels off his bicycle. 

How times have changed now I'm the one who is fearful of him falling.

Congratulations on your recent sponsorships ~ Bug!

submitted to Fabulous Friday

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the old abandoned home on of grounds of Fort Hancock, the perfect setting for a Hallow's eve

view skies from around the world over @ SkyWatch Friday.

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see what happens when I finally put the camera down ♥

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the cute part of Halloween ~

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New Jersey’s oldest folklore, the tale of the Jersey Devil started in the early 1700s. Wife of drunkard found she was pregnant with her 13th child. Not having the wealth or the means to provide for these children she “rose her hands to heaven and proclaimed, let this one be the devil,“ and so the legend began.

Each year, especially around Hallow’s eve, mass numbers of people will hunt the forests of the New Jersey Pine Barrens for this elusive creature. Over the years, whenever I walk this narrow, tree lined and covered path, I have thought it must lead to the Devil’s front door.