I'll drive that stake through the center of my heart Lonely vampire, inhaling its fire I'm chasing the dragon too far
There's blood on that blade, fuck me, I'm falling apart My assassin, like Casper the ghost There's no shade in the shadow of the cross
Sunday, November 16, 2008
Here you see the aftermath of the grackles passing through. That's my deck/patio/balcony and on Friday night, it was clear of leaves, acorns, etc. My attempts to photograph the flock were less successful. Maybe when they go by on the ground later in the year I'll be able to capture some good photographs of them.