It was a windy Tuesday night as I was driving thru the hills of Hollywood. The further up the mountain I went, the more desolate it became. I wasn’t used to bumpy, single lane roads. What kind of event had I been invited to participate in? No signs, no lights. “Am I here?”, I thought as I drove into a dirt lot. No way. Keep going. And I did … only to arrive right back to where I started. Fate? Who knows? But these are no times to be questioning such things …. after all, gasoline prices are way too high. Are those twinkling lights I see up ahead? Yes indeed! Joy! I wasn’t lost after all. I meet up with some kind folk – Carissa of JL Designs – couture floral and event stylist! Civilization is not lost! In fact, this is where it takes on new meaning.
I sign in at the registration table at the bottom of the hill … and then I’m directed up the path – the dark, predominately unlit path. Is this the part of the movie where I call out for the proverbial Steve? In a high-pitched manner … “Steve? Steve? Where are you Steve? ….This isn’t funny!”
I ventured forth with camera in tow. There’s no such things as ghosts, goblins, Jasons or Freddies. Up the hill I trekked. More lights up ahead … oh joy, joy, joy! Fun and merriment and strange and beautiful costumes abound! I was safe and happy.
Enjoy the light at the end of my scary (albeit very short) tunnel.
Beautiful still photography below by Meg Perotti
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