NO UNMASKING BEFORE MIDNIGHT

I’ve often been outspoken about the fact that I am a fan of Terry Pratchett’s Discworld novels. One of my favourite characters is – like for many other readers – DEATH. This anthropomorphic personification of death sometimes dabbles in human endeavours like when he takes out his apprentice to a restaurant for a curry or when he eats little pieces of cheese impaled on little wooden skewers next to some grapes. He tries so hard but never quite gets it completely right. I can just see him at a costume party trying to be inconspicuous as a bunny.

Halloween. Thirtyfirst day of October. Costume.

Memories Are Made of This

This is a photo from my past – walking with my dad in the alley where we lived.

And this is a photo from our (oh-so-colonial looking) past. It feels like it was done a lot longer ago than only 25 years, doesn’t it?

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Past Square #31

[Disclaimer: The photos have been photographed from prints.]

Millenium Parade

Our boys’ school organised a millenium parade to remember the past 2000 years – all the children and teachers and many of the parents were dressed as historical figures. Our sons decided on fairly modern men (which made it easy for the costume department, aka: me) whom they admired. Meet Martin Luther King and Nelson Mandela:

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Penultimate Past Square

[Disclaimer: The photos have been photographed from prints.]