One of the things I like about this particular week in the year is that many homeowners have let their Jack O'Lanterns sit on the porch an extra two weeks, so that any grimace or smile carved into them has become so much more pronounced with age. It adds to the goulish effect, more so now that they have adjusted our daylight into darkness at work's end. Here is a candid spy photograph of our cat, Homer, hanging out with the ghouls in front of our house;
This looks so much like a painting.