The 3rd Annual surrealist cabaret and pumpkin walk, October 2010
A patch of pumpkins set afire against the darkening asparagus evening, dancing grannies, warbling wailers hooting in the tree tops and rooting in the ditches, that glorious October sunset, moths, minotaurs, chicken footed surprises, adventures without going anywhere, ohAmour! amongst the trees, even Beezlebub himself was there. And oh that moon, that full full moon. An autumn love poem, from us to you, sung by the falling leaves.