Some say Halloween is the biggest holiday of the year in Prescott. I may agree. Costumes are amazing.
But this guy may just be "normal" for the day.
But close behind the costumes began.
My wife tells me dead celebrities are big this year. Like Michael Jackson.
Some are traditional (the cat in the hat), others are showing the zombie look.
Then there's the . . . transsexual look?
Ladies seem to like the sexual look . . even when accompanying their teensy children.
Or not.
And then, the zombies are back.
And the kids.
A pirate? Wasn't that last year?
There was "the Wild Gang".
Bat-er up!
And finishing up . . . the zombies again.
I talked to a cab driver. She said most people were having dinner. The "action" didn't really start until about 9 p.m. The bars have their costume contests beginning at 10.
SWMBO let her artistic side come to the front recently. She created this pretty relish plate for one of our meals. Red, orange and yellow peppers, quartered dill pickles, red and yellow cherry tomatoes. And you know what? It tasted as good as it looked!
Then there were these two vegetables, echoing each other's nap positions, though Muggles' eyes are wide open, casting a wary look at me. Don't be fooled by their proximity, however. Muggles initially used to nap on the bed in the afternoons. Then Smoke came along and discovered the comfy spot for himself. Now he usually beats Muggles there. She comes in a little later, jumps up on the bed and haughtily circles Smoke, sniffing at him, doing everything she can to get him to run away so she can take over the spot. Smoke is generally a very placid cat but he isn't easily bullied. So eventually Muggles lies down as close as she can get without actually touching him. Except for an occasional lazy flip of her tail in Smoke's face.
I know I've done this before but my camera just can't resist. For you city-folk and Easterners, here's what your steaks and hamburgers look like long before it gets to your plate.
Muggles and Smoke cautiously share the foot of the bed. Muggles really doesn't like it because it was her "spot" before Smoke came along but she's given up trying to force him off. So now they spend much of each day sleeping "almost" together.
A new visitor has joined our cat crowd. SWMBO liked this rather abstract photo of him peering in through a screen and a glass window the other day.
This morning I spotted him walking very carefully along the top of the rear fence. He's apparently new to such activity because it was taking him awhile.
Smoke, the old veteran, then showed him how easy it was as he strode purposefully and quickly along.
As I've noted before, this black cat is still nervous about me and scampers over to his yard when I come outside.
But today I caught him for a full portrait as he perched on the railing right outside my window. As long as I stay in the house, he's okay with me . . . though on guard to run if I turn the door handle.
Our other visitor, Goldie, meanwhile seemed totally bored with the whole situation.
I spotted a couple of very old cars parked on Whiskey Row in Prescott today. I had to stop and snap some photos. You might notice a couple of very hairy passengers.
Upon closer examination, I found a black and a white dog, guarding the car while their masters stopped for lunch.
The car above is identified as a 1911 Ford Torpedo. Not sure about the one below.
Except to note that its license plate identified it as a Horseless Carriage.
I spoke briefly with the owners of the autos. They are both from Phoenix and had been making a tour of the northern part of the state. . As fun as they are to look at, I can't imagine driving them for long distances at a time.
Just after I posted this I happened to read Sadira's blog on her trip up north to see the colors. Obviously she got there at the right time, a couple of weeks after I was there, and she got more color than I did.
A weekend "sell it yourself" car lot has opened in Prescott Valley. All you have to do is bring your car to the lot and either stay or leave a telephone number where you can be reached. I went to check it out and discovered some dandies, like this Mini Cooper.
There were some old-timers there, too, like this '61 Mercury Comet.
Even more ancient, this Oldsmobile, with wooden spokes on the wheels.
But the prize, in my eyes, wasn't parked yet but the owner told me it would be there next weekend. It was a completely restored 1936 Ford convertible.