An unfocused picture really frosts my pumpkins.

On 65th in Greenlake, heading towards Ravenna
I took the long way home to get some Fall pictures. Few turned out, and I’m feelin’ crabby about it, but maybe that just means I’ll try again tomorrow.

This morning, I stumbled across this house in Greenlake/Ravenna, on my way down to Boeing Field. They had a pumpkin brigade and a yard full of skeletons. I wish I knew these folks.

The lower caption reads: my husband is soooo cheap.