Print measures 8”x8” (Has Border)
Giclee print on bright white 255 gsm Epson Somerset Velvet. This paper is 100% cotton and certified archival. This paper has some texture to it.
Acid and Lignin-free (Lignins acidify paper as they degrade over time).
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Accidents happen on Halloween: they always have and they always will because, in reality, accidents happen everyday.
When accidents occur on Halloween, we always assign a special significance to the event and, when that event involves a child, we naturally upgrade it to a tragedy...
Herman was only ten years old when his particular tragedy occurred, and in his short time on Earth Herman had developed two all-consuming passions (which is quite a few more than most grown adults ever do).
Herman loved trains and he loved Halloween, which gave his untimely death the sickly tinge of irony.
You can probably guess what happened. It was all so quick, a crossing at the wrong time, some rooting in his pail for a Reese's cup and a general atmosphere of carelessness.
It was all so quick that Herman barely remembered it, which would probably surprise the local townsfolk, who loved to trot out Herman's story every Autumn as a warning to their own young children.
In truth, few people thought about Herman the other eleven months out of the year, and it wasn't just because his tragic end had created the perfect cautionary tale: around the first of October, reports began to come in regarding the train tracks.
Strange orbs would be seen on the tracks: impossibly orange bright lights that moved along the tracks with a playful bobbing motion. Sometimes the scattered laughter or rustling sounds...
It became a kind of tradition for the neighborhood kids to leave candy and other colorful offerings on the tracks near the accident site.
And sometimes, just sometimes, during the last few hours of Halloween night, kids would swear they'd heard a "thank you," just a few quiet words carried swiftly on the wind.
But it was a rare event, in any case, and it only ever happened when someone left peanut butter cups.
Print measures 8”x8” (Has Border)
Giclee print on bright white 255 gsm Epson Somerset Velvet. This paper is 100% cotton and certified archival. This paper has some texture to it.
Acid and Lignin-free (Lignins acidify paper as they degrade over time).
———————————————
Accidents happen on Halloween: they always have and they always will because, in reality, accidents happen everyday.
When accidents occur on Halloween, we always assign a special significance to the event and, when that event involves a child, we naturally upgrade it to a tragedy...
Herman was only ten years old when his particular tragedy occurred, and in his short time on Earth Herman had developed two all-consuming passions (which is quite a few more than most grown adults ever do).
Herman loved trains and he loved Halloween, which gave his untimely death the sickly tinge of irony.
You can probably guess what happened. It was all so quick, a crossing at the wrong time, some rooting in his pail for a Reese's cup and a general atmosphere of carelessness.
It was all so quick that Herman barely remembered it, which would probably surprise the local townsfolk, who loved to trot out Herman's story every Autumn as a warning to their own young children.
In truth, few people thought about Herman the other eleven months out of the year, and it wasn't just because his tragic end had created the perfect cautionary tale: around the first of October, reports began to come in regarding the train tracks.
Strange orbs would be seen on the tracks: impossibly orange bright lights that moved along the tracks with a playful bobbing motion. Sometimes the scattered laughter or rustling sounds...
It became a kind of tradition for the neighborhood kids to leave candy and other colorful offerings on the tracks near the accident site.
And sometimes, just sometimes, during the last few hours of Halloween night, kids would swear they'd heard a "thank you," just a few quiet words carried swiftly on the wind.
But it was a rare event, in any case, and it only ever happened when someone left peanut butter cups.
