Permit me to explain.
Here, we were inundated with scores of kids. There must have been hundreds. We live in townhouses, so people from outlying areas would drop their kids on our block, so they could make a quick and big haul.
We were disenchanted, for it seemed to us that the event should have been, at least partly, a neighbourhood festivity in which we could interact with people that we knew. While we never minded some strangers at the door, we just didn't appreciate 200 of them.
Then, along came Danica into this world, followed by Jonathan, and we would hand out treats at their house while the parents took the kids around. That was fun to do. I'd take pictures of the kids before they went trekking, and we didn't mind handing out treats to the fewer number that came calling in that neighbourhood.
Now, we are no longer needed in that role, but we have no interest in plying the local hordes with treats. So, we don't. We close up, turn the front lights out, and head to the back of the house.
Call us killjoys if you wish, but that really isn't it. Maybe it was simply much too much of a good thing.
Now then, I do have two photos. Of course, I do. There is a house with a gigantic skeleton just around the corner. They don't have it lit all that long in the evening, but I eventually arrived when it was lit.
It's challenging to photograph such a dynamic range. I took several exposures and blended the light and dark together in post to produce single, representative images.
Have a good Halloween however you do or don't celebrate the occasion.