Every year, once leaves start leaving branches bare, Charlie and I go out (usually on an drizzly day) and gather the Spooky Bouquet for the dining room table. There was some great material growing out on the trail we have nearby - and it looked beautifully otherworldly on the wet Saturday afternoon past. (Added bonus of the drizzle: nobody outside to give us guff about cutting branches off the local weeds.)
Voilà. Jolie laide, n'est-ce pas?
Ooo, mysterious photograph found 100 years after the Winter Solstice of 2012 (me playing around with effects, eh).