I Can See Clearly Now

For some thoughts on the haiku festival see Tracy's thoughtful blog post here.

Lord Ganesha encourages us to dance. 

Broadway and 20th Street.

A long time ago we were told to curb our dogs.

The ghost dog still dances.

22nd Street and 8th Avenue.

Below my study window is a little garden.

One day we saw that someone had thrown the  prop-up sign from the

 clairvoyant and palm reader across the street into the bushes.

I asked R. if I should go and tell them where their sign was.

He thought that should not be necessary. They now have a new sign.

What a jumble of puffed up monsters in Stella McCartney's window!

14th Street in the Meatpacking District.

Signs of the Times

The Fat Witch Bakery in Chelsea Market celebrates the season.



As does a restaurant on 5th Avenue.
So, what with approaching Halloweeen and total financial meltdown, what have we to do but make merry?



I went to buy Halloween cards at the best card shop in the world where the windows were filled with interesting creatures.



For some reason, dancing seems very attractive right now. We danced to the German oompah band last Sunday upstate.
The black-clad figure enjoys herself - pity about the blue feet in front of her face.



Mr. Yellow seems cheerful in spite of the skulls.