10/30/10 Puppet pageantry

Really, the message could be anything. Because there they are on the riverbank wearing bulky, jersey-draped boxy constructions that represent insects and people and robots and monsters and, and desserts. These giant make-believe faces and their human operators. And rapt people sitting on haybales and watching them. And eerie lights in the dark near halloween. And it doesn't matter what they say, they could be saying anything because you are wrapped in a blanket shivering on a groundcover with your straight-talking friend, and it is all a dream, a samhain night's dream.
For days and weeks afterward, you see the bare autumn trees and even the city's buildings as part of the set and scenery for a shadow-puppet production, with layers and textures and vanishing points, and back-lit by the rich autumn sunrise or the dark fall sunset.