Welcome Back, Mr. Poe!

   Starting at the beginning of hurricane season and riding all through the winter months, I leave the outdoor "hurricane covers" on the windows of our living room.  It is a large room that has, not only a pair of french doors, but also eight large windows.  Just about half the room is made up of the windows so drafty air from the Bay can create a chill.  The covers along with heavy winter curtains make the room a lot more snug.  It also makes the room a lot more dark.  I miss the sunshine.  

  Way back in 2014 with the Second Annual Clue Hunt on the Bayou, Darling Daughter did a wonderful sketch of Edgar Allan Poe.  We needed him to set the theme for "Steampunk Poe" (odd combination but it worked).  Mr. Poe did his job well and then was shoved to the back wall until I found a place to hang him.  That took a couple of months.  Poe sat in the corner until spring of 2015.  At one point before he found his permanent spot, a beam of light came through a partially opened door to illuminate the picture making it almost creepy.  That had a big bearing on where Mr. Poe is currently hanging.  I figured that hanging lower on the wall in the midst of a wall of clocks (actually almost behind a grandfather clock), nary a bit of sunlight would be cast upon our friend.  There would be no more creepiness.  Ever since he has been hung in this position, there has been no odd illumination....until this morning.  

  The day started out with white-out fog.  Then, heavy clouds blocked out any ideas of a sunshiny day.  However....however....as I was straightening the pillows on the sofa, I turned to find Old Edgar staring at me from the shadows!  One beam of sunlight broke through the clouds, crept in from a tiny tear in the hurricane covers, slipped through a gap between the curtains just at the right position to strike the portrait.  That one ray illuminated the portrait so brightly that only half of the face could be seen and that one ray lasted only long enough for me to take one photograph.  As soon as the camera clicked, the beam immediately hushed and darkness once again fell upon the room.  I love this portrait!  It has a way of surprising me when I least expect it!  Poe had struck again!  He sat dark for six long years...until this morning.  Welcome back, Mr. Poe.