“It is as though the poem, through its exuberance, awakened new depths in us. […] And this is also true of a simple experience of reading. The image offered us by reading the poem now becomes really our own. It takes root in us. It has been given us by another, but we begin to have the impression that we could have created it…[the image] becomes a new being…by making us what it expresses. […] Here expression creates being” (Bachelard).
Monday, November 2, 2009
Trick or Treating RVs
That's right, I said "trick or treating RVs." We spent Halloween camping in Yurt's on the Oregon Coast with my nephew Garrett and his girlfriend Kelly.
Edgar was fat baby Elvis. It was seriously awesome.
We did a little trick-or-treating among the RVs that were also at the campsite. We got one piece of candy from the camp host. That was it. Some hippie biking campers offered Edgar some granola, but he declined.
We stayed at the Carl G. Washburn campsite. The best part was the blooming of fungi after it rained. Here, baby Elvis and I are checking out the GIGANTIC mushroom.
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p.s. I did not make that awesome costume. My sister-in-law Laura and my neice Amy found it!
What a rockin' costume. The golden rickrack just so totally works. What a fun Halloween - who can say they've been RV trick or treating? And at such a young age.
Jason has also taken it upon himself to eat Janie's candy for her. I am finding candy wrappers in every garbage throughout the house! I myself am with Edge. Pears, please.
[But admittedly, I still eat the chocolate, too.]
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