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Friday, November 30, 2012

Willpower: Like a checking account. How to deposit more.


Do you feel like you’re running out of willpower?  The reason for this is that you probably are! 

Psychologists refer to the concept of willpower as self-regulation or self-control and they believe that self-control is a limited resource for each person (Muraven & Baumeister, 2000).  This is the principle of limited self-control.   

As I was studying for my American Council on Exercise (ACE, hereafter) Health Coach certification exam, I was struck by the concept of willpower as discussed in Chapter 15: Lifestyle Modification and Behavior Change.  I’ve always known the definition of willpower but had never seen it discussed, studied, and analyzed as it was in my manual.  The very same afternoon I was becoming intrigued about the concept of willpower, the December 2012 issue of Men’s Health arrived.  As I flipped through the pages, I came across an article titled:  Prevent a Pig-Out  (Solan, 2012).  One of the catch-phrases was “learn to boost your willpower.”  I read the entire article and was excited to have read about a psychological concept in my ACE manual and then find a relatable article in a popular men’s magazine.  While my wife was making breakfast the next morning, I sat at the kitchen table and read the highlights of both articles to her.  She remarked how interesting it was and said that she’d never heard of willpower being discussed like that and that I should blog about it.  I will make an attempt to hit the highlights, meld the two articles together, and relate some practical advice below.

1)      Willpower appears to be renewed daily with levels being their highest in the morning and declining throughout the day.  This is partially due to the constant bombardment of our senses with images, smells, and sound bights that slowly dissolve our daily allotment of self-control.   It makes complete sense to me now, in hindsight, why my food logs and calorie-tracking are pristine until about 4 o’clock in the afternoon and start to become a little less-focused and wholesome after that.  After getting up at 5 in the morning, eating healthy, and staying on the go all day long, I begin to tire of it.  Feelings of “I’ve earned it” start to whisper in my ear.  All day long I’ve seen billboards with Big Macs and Budweiser.  I drive by a Dunkin’ Donuts every 20 seconds and see pictures of donuts and smell fries cooking at the McDonald’s next door.   I find a Domino’s Pizza coupon under my windshield wiper after I just dodged the ice cream aisle in Market Basket.  I deal with crazy drivers and terrible traffic while I hear about Captain Morgan and Hooters on sports radio.  When I get home I see uncooked chicken tenderloins and a bag of baby spinach in the refrigerator.  Suddenly I realize I had a terrible day at work or I’m exhausted from running errands.  I check my pedometer and notice that I have 16,500 steps for the day and know that the Beerworks in Salem is about 6000 steps roundtrip.  If we walk down there for dinner, I’ll get my 20,000 step goal for the day and most likely still be in a calorie deficit for the day.  While it may be true that I’ll have burned more calories than I’ve taken in when I go to bed, the real issue is that today is likely the exception.  Most of the time I won’t have been as active throughout the day and won’t have the calories to spare and what is more disturbing, my willpower has failed me.  Why?  Because I ran out of it.   This morning I took my ACE Certification exam for Health Coach (which I passed) and I was completely stressed about it until I hit “submit answers.”  When I saw that I passed,  I was relieved.   I felt like celebrating.  That brings me to….

2)      Coping with stress requires self-control.  Is it possible that I used up my ration of self-regulation when I fell asleep before I was done studying last night (stressed when I woke up) and while I was unsure about my answers to the 150 questions  I answered over the course of two hours?  Or…

3)      Was I too dependent on my willpower to deny myself a well-earned treat?  This is a scientifically researched phenomenon.  It is called compensation.  The recommendation is to go ahead and reward yourself, but you should choose a non-food and non-beverage reward most of the time.  I’m guilty of this one.  I do lots of runs (Turkey Trots, Jingle Bell Runs) and more often than not, there is a post-race party involving a beer garden.  It is easy to give in.  The endorphin rush makes me want to celebrate.  If you run an ultra- marathon or swim the English Channel, knock yourself out.  You can probably justify the caloric intake of a 6-pack and a Factory Burrito from the Cheesecake Factory.  If you just completed a local 5K, you should probably celebrate by getting that finisher’s medal and having  1 more  (glasses can be huge; measure out no more than 6 ounces; the antioxidants may help with recovery, too) glass of wine with dinner.

4)      Speaking of eating, your willpower runs on sugar.  If you are restricting your calorie intake severely and not getting enough complex carbohydrates in your diet (complex carbohydrates are just long chains of glucose, which is the simplest form of sugar), then you run the risk of starving the gray matter in your frontal lobe and succumbing to temptation.  The frontal lobe is where good decisions are made and bad decisions are rejected.  If you’re trying the Atkins thing, then not only are you starving your body of essential vitamins, minerals, and fiber, you are also teetering on the edge of a massive pig-out.  This can happen with carbohydrate-cycling, too.  Low carbohydrate days are much, much tougher to handle mentally.  Your brain needs a diet with healthy sugars (carbs), fats, and protein to function properly and fend off that bag of Doritos.  Research even suggests that extreme dietary constraint can be counter-productive for this reason.

5)      As I alluded to earlier, the world is full of incentives and lures for you to spend your hard-earned money on things like Bacardi and Red Velvet Cake.  It is important to thwart these willpower- busters as much as you can.  If you keep Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups in the house, then you’re going to eat them.  Attack the situation by not having them in the house.  Your self-control needs a break.  It just can’t handle open cupboards full of sugary cereal, empty-calorie snacks, and bottles of Jagermeister.  If you’re trying to stop smoking, research suggests that you aren’t serious about it unless you get rid of your favorite ashtray and lighter.  If you’re trying to stop drinking then you probably don’t mean it if you Jack on the counter and Coke in the fridge.  If you’re trying to avoid late-night binges and mindless consumption of Ruffles while watching the Patriots, then get them out of the house.  Your willpower will thank you.

6)      We all procrastinate.  Just admit it.  You do it.  I bet you have put several things off today that you’ll now have to do tomorrow, or the next day, or the next.  Is procrastination a bad thing?  Not always.  Your willpower knows the difference.  It reacts much more favorably to delay than absolution.  You should never say, “I’m never eating gummy bears or Twizzlers again because I know they are bad for me even though they try to justify their consumption by claiming to be a “fat-free food.”  Never is absolution.  Try saying this instead, “I’m not having Twizzlers at the movies today.  I will have them next time I go to the movies.”  As mundane and stupid as it sounds, multiple studies suggest it will actually work.  Personally, I need to “delay” Twizzlers and Christmas beer.

7)      Sleep on it.  I know I’ve blogged a ton about willpower and said a lot.  If you’re reading this at two in the morning, then I’m glad you read it, but I also want you to get some shut-eye.  “Willpower is lower when you’re sleepy,” says Kelly Glazer Baron, Ph. D., a clinical health psychologist at Northwestern University who specializes in behavioral sleep medicine.  I personally can attest to this.  If I’m up late, I eat more.  If I’m exhausted from a poor night’s sleep I tend to make bad choices the next day.  This is when Dunkin’ or Starbucks can be your friend.  Get a cup of coffee (not a ridiculous dairy, sugar, syrup-infused nightmare)  and a couple of lumps of real sugar, not the imitation stuff (zero calorie sweeteners include Splenda, Aspartame, Equal).  As mentioned earlier, your gray matter runs on sugar and it will attempt to make better decisions for you if you quickly get some simple sugar and caffeine on-board.  Additionally, I’ve never heard of one single malady or health problem that can’t be improved, negated, or mitigated with a full 7-9 hours of sleep.  Getting a good night’s sleep isn’t just good for your willpower,  it is good for your immunity, weight loss, recovery, and mood as well.  Just do it.

 

In summation my take-away message is to make every attempt to eat a balanced diet with few, if any temptations, in the house.  If I’m having a tough day I’m going to try and divert my attention to some physical activity or something that stimulates my gray matter (more on this in a future blog, but suffice it to say you can work your willpower like a muscle to strengthen it and give it more endurance).  I’m going to head to bed early and get a good night’s rest.  My willpower will be back in force in the morning.

 

References

Muraven, M. & Baumeister, R. F. (2000).  Self-regulation and depletion of limited resources: Does self-control resemble a muscle?  Psychological Bulletin, 126, 2, 247-259

Brehm, B. A. (2011).  ACE Lifestyle and Weight Management Coach Manual,  Chapter 15:  Lifestyle Modification and Behavior Change. 332-333

Solan, M. (2012).  Prevent a Pig-Out  in Men’s Health, December 2012, 98-96

Wednesday, November 28, 2012

Start Your Day with a Smile

It is a proven fact that laughter, and even smiling, can make you feel better and feel less stress throughout the day.  It is also true that smiling uses more muscles than frowning.  The biggest benefit to being in a good mood is the release of endorphins and the effect it has on your body's metabolism. Fellas, enjoy this link in the morning.  I bet your day will go better.  Corny, yes, but everyone likes boobs (and kittens)(and kittens in boobs)...  http://shar.es/6qzZH

Saturday, November 10, 2012

Doggy 5K

This morning I ran the Doggy 5K in South Boston with my mutt, Cooper.  Also running were my wife, Rosanna, and our friend Kim and her dog, Bailey.  This is a great event that is organized by www.RACEMENU.com  (Race Against Cancer Events).  The proceeds from this event go to canine cancer research.  J. Alain Ferry is sort of the chief organizer of this event and Race Menu is his company.  He is very active and very involved in other events that feature pets or support organizations such as the MSPCA (Massachusetts Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals).

Cooper is a fanatic about running.  At the start of a race he howls, whines, and barks.  As the crowd surges forward and the race gets underway, he barks continuously at the rate of about 2 barks/second for the first half mile or so.  Today was no different and in a crowd of several hundred people with their leashed dogs, it is no easy task to navigate for both of us.  It actually takes an intense amount of focus and attention to where others are, how to avoid getting tripped or tripping others, and dodging the sudden stops of peeing dogs.  Additionally, having one arm committed to a leash with an eager hound on the end takes away from your running form and breathing rhythm.  Luckily for me after Cooper tried to set a blistering pace of 6:30 miles, he bonked around the 1.4 mile mark.  He slowed considerably and I was able to set the pace thereafter, which was a much more reasonable 8:00 minutes per mile.  He had to stop for a water break as well, which probably added about a minute to our total time.  Regardless, we finished strong and Cooper seemed happy to run down some people and pups at the end.  We passed more people than passed us and crossed the timing mat in 25:40, which makes our pace roughly 8:20/mile.  This was the fastest I've run a 5K with Cooper and the run around Castle Island and Pleasure Bay is very nice.  Luckily the weather was mild and it was sunny as well.

At the end of the race was a small expo for pets and peeps.  Cooper was able to get plenty of water and a free sample bag of chow to replenish his glycogen stores.  I had a banana and a KIND Bar, which I quite liked.  I believe it was Ginger Cashew Almond.

Thursday, November 8, 2012

The Nantucket Adventure


I had hoped to be able to share a good story about my birding trip to Nantucket.   It was one of the best trips I have taken and I will remember it for a long time to come. 

I spent a decent part of the day on Friday, November 2 making arrangements to go to Nantucket.  Half of the battle is getting there from the mainland in an efficient and cost-effective manner.  I reserved a rental car on the island and secured passage for myself and a friend on the 6:30AM Hy-line Fast Ferry.   My friend, Jeff, and I emailed some other friends to see if we could get a 3rd and 4th person to accompany us.  Having more sets of eyes looking for birds is helpful and it would be nice to split the costs of the rental car and gas four ways, rather than two.  My friend, Jan, from Marblehead wanted to join us, but we were unable to get a four person.  The plan was for me to pick up Jan on my way out of town and then we’d meet Jeff at a Park-N-Ride at 4:45AM near Hingham, MA.

I awoke at 3AM (3:09AM, to be exact; 9 minutes is the length of one snooze cycle) on Saturday and had enough time to get some coffee and breakfast in my system.  I had put most of my gear in the truck the night before so I was essentially ready to go.  I left the house at 3:45AM and was in Marblehead at 4:00AM.  I would’ve made it much sooner if not for the red lights at every quiet intersection I hit en route.  Would it kill them to have some flashing red and yellow lights?  There was no reason for anyone to be sitting at a stoplight for 2 minutes at this time of morning.  I picked up Jan and we headed south down the coast.   For the first time in memory, there were no detours or tunnel closures overnight and we made good time through Boston.  Just before we were to meet Jeff at the carpool location, he called me.  He’d had some “alarm trouble,” which he explained as the “snooze button kept getting hit.”  He said we should continue on to Hyannis without him as he wouldn’t be able to make the rendezvous -time at the Hingham exit.  He assured us that he would make it in time to catch the ferry with us, despite still being in the city.

Jan and I got to the ferry terminal quite early and we still had almost an hour before departure.  We got parked for $10 and went to the office so that Jan could purchase a ticket.  With spotting scopes, binoculars, backpacks, and cameras in tow, it was clear that we were not going to Nantucket for the day to work.  Another birder, Marian (who we didn’t know at the time), also had the same gear and we quickly struck up a conversation about the birds on the island and our strategies.  About 15 minutes before departure, Jeff showed up with time to spare.

 I said, “You must’ve been going like 80MPH to get here.”

Jeff replied with a smile, “some of the time.”  It was clear after I worked through the math in my head that eighty was the low end of the range of his morning’s driving speeds.

Marian had been listening to us converse and inquired if she could tag along since she didn’t have a rental car waiting on the island.  We all agreed that was fine and I told her that she was in for a quarter of the expenses which included the rental car, gas, and the taxi fare to get to and from the rental car lot to the Nantucket Ferry Terminal.  She agreed.  It was around this time that I realized I had forgotten my driver’s license as it was in a different wallet back in Salem.  I asked Jeff if he’d be willing to drive the rental as I was no longer going to be able to.  He agreed and shortly thereafter we were making the trek across the sound to Nantucket.

We were specifically targeting three different species of birds on the island, all of which were likely displaced there by Hurricane Sandy.  We were searching for cave swallows and brown pelicans, which had been pushed in from the south.  The real reason we were taking the trip was to find a pair of northern lapwings.  This species is exceedingly rare in North America and only occurs as a vagrant from Eurasia.  There are only 2 or 3 previous Massachusetts records, one of which was in 1927.  These birds also tend to not stick around.  They are one-day wonders and when found in the New England, they are often seen only by the person that finds them.  Fortunately, this pair had been reliable at a location on Nantucket for the past several days.  Both cave swallows and brown pelicans had been reported yesterday on the island as well.

As we entered the harbor at Nantucket around 7:30AM, I spotted a brown pelican flying from the roof of a building and struggling in the wind to get some altitude.  I yelled out, “Brown Pelican!”  We were all able to see the bird and were very excited to get this bird as easily as we had.  This would give us more time later searching for other birds.  It was a new Massachusetts bird for Jan, Marian, and I.  Jeff had seen one a few months back in Boston, but it was no less exciting.

We hopped in a taxi to go to the car rental place at the airport.  When we got there they told us we should have let them know that we needed a ride to the rental place and they would’ve picked us up or brought the car to the dock for free.  Really?  When I ask for a rental car, do you think I have a ride?  Why wouldn’t you offer that when I make the reservation?   Since Jeff had to be the driver, he also had to use his credit card for the damage deposit since the names on the credit card and the primary driver had to be a match.  We were happy to have a Toyota Prius as our rental since we are all environmentally conscious people.  We stowed our gear and headed for the lapwings, a few miles away at Hummock Pond.

Jan knows the island well and guided us to Hummock Pond.  Once there we had to turn off of the paved, Hummock Pond Road and take a small dirt track to the viewing area.  If you’ve ever been in a Toyota Prius you know they have a clearance of around two and a half inches.  We dropped off the pavement onto the side-road, which was essentially a two-track trail into a horse pasture.  We heard the under-carriage scraping along the pavement as we edged off and once the back tires dropped to the dirt, the back end of the car hit the pavement with a “thud.”  We made a mental note of the drop-off and thought maybe we’d have to get some weight out of the car when we drove out later.  We made our way down the rough, puddle-ridden road and were placed to see a local birder, Edie Ray, driving out in her SUV.  She gave us a “thumbs up” and told us that the lapwings were still there.  For the next hour, the four of us were the only birders at Hummock Pond.  We watched the lapwings at length as the briefly foraged and walked around on the exposed point across the pond.  Most of the time they just slept with their heads tucked, but we were fortunate to see them moving around and showing-off all of their field marks.  The birds were distant, maybe 500 yards away, but with our scopes we were able to see them well, though taking photos of them was a challenge.  Jeff and I both tried to take some pictures.  Jeff took some shots by holding his iPhone up to the scope and I took a few by photographing the image in my scope with my Pentax K10D.  We enjoyed the lapwings and all the other birds on and around the pond.  There were lots of ducks, coots, and a huge number (141) mute swans.  The northern lapwings were life birds for Jeff, Marian, and I.  Jan had seen them in Europe previously, but this was his first sighting in North America.  There were also at least two common moorhens on the pond, which was a new Massachusetts bird for me.  I had gotten 3 new Massachusetts bird by 8:30AM, which is no small feat to accomplish when you’ve been birding in Massachusetts as long as I have.  The lapwings were number 401 in MA for Jeff, and over 410 for Jan.
 
 

Around 9AM, other birders started to arrive and were not as fortunate as we had been.  Though they were able to see the lapwings, the views continued to be distant and they were often blocked from view by all the mute swans.  To add to the frustration, the birds were not being active.  About 20 others were here now and everyone was hoping for a better look at these MEGA rare vagrants.  As the crowd continued to gather, a peregrine falcon lanced in from out of nowhere and spooked all of the shorebirds on the pond.  The lapwings took flight with them and Jeff was able to obtain some decent photos with his Canon 35MM.  The lapwings didn’t re-land and winged their way off into the distance to the west.  The speculation at the time was that they were gone for good, though they did show up later in the afternoon and continued for 2 more days at Hummock Pond.  Most of the other birders there were also interested in seeing a brown pelican and didn’t see one in the harbor as we had.  Another local birder, the always-entertaining, Vern Laux, had heard that a brown pelican was being seen at the Nantucket dump.  Apparently this bird was “distressed” in some way or another and was quite easy to find as it walked around the dump.  It was either  injured, sick, or just weakened by the shock of the cold and lack of food in this northern climate.  The group decided to go look for this individual and we decided to go as well.  We returned to the car and noticed that the back bumper appeared to be flared-out and dislocated by our low-clearance event from earlier.  At this juncture I was certain that Jeff was wondering why he agreed to be the driver and use his credit card for the damage deposit.  Marian was probably pondering if she was into this mess for a quarter of the cost.  I was thinking about how to disguise the damage or fix it.  Jan appeared worried.  We cautiously backtracked to the main road without incident and made our way to the off-putting location, the Nantucket Landfill.

Arriving at the dump in our mildly-damaged Prius, we were all wondering whether it was more unusual to see a pelican at the dump or someone with “Vote Obama” pickets at the entrance.  This avid supporter encouraged us as we drove in, saying that the pelican was still there and he hoped we were able to see it.  The pelican had been hanging around some of the buildings, but had recently moved to a location that we weren’t able to view from the parking lot.  The two local birders, Edie and Vern, were able to secure permission for all of us to enter the dump with our vehicles and drive to the site where the bird currently was.  It was hanging out in a steep-sided water pond that was probably there to collect run-off. 

Edie is a licensed wildlife rehabilitator and had decided to try and capture the pelican.  It would not likely survive much longer in this climate and location without intervention.  Edie approached the side of the embankment and shook a freshly-caught red snapper at the pelican.  Everyone was amazed to see the pelican respond by running up the embankment with its wings outstretched.  It was clearly hungry and desperately wanted the fish, but it stayed a few arm lengths away from Edie who was telling everyone to stay back.  Her plan was to get the bird to grab the fish and when it did she’d pull the fish and bird close enough to grab.  It took several minutes before the pelican determined that the risk was worth the reward and it lunged for the fish.  Unfortunately, it got the fish and Edie was unable to catch the pelican.  The pelican moved out of arms reach again and sat with the fish in its pouch.  It was too weak to swallow the fish and it appeared that the pelican had it sideways and was unable to maneuver the food to a position where it could swallow it.  Several of us decided to move closer and try to surround the bird, but it was very close to the edge of the steep bank and at the bottom was a quagmire.  If it got down there, we wouldn’t likely be able to catch it.  As we approached, the pelican jumped into flight and glided across the pond to the other side, where it continued to try and swallow the fish and was very close to the edge of the muck.
 
 
 
 
 
I told Edie, “I think I can catch it.”

She asked, “Do you really think so?  If it gets in that stuff we’ll never catch it.”

I said, “I’ve caught pelicans before.  I think I can get it.”

She looked at me with curiously, “You’ve caught pelicans before?”

“Yeah.  American white pelicans in Colorado.  I helped band them one time.”

“Alright,” she said.  “Go for it.”

My thinking was that if I could somehow get below the bird on the steep bank and force it up the slope while someone then moved in on top of the bank to block it, I’d be able to capture it.  I didn’t think it would be able to get the momentum to fly uphill and it would have to turn back downhill and towards me.  I also knew it couldn’t outrun me.  Edie handed me a towel to wrap around the bird if I caught it and she offered me a net.  The net was way too small for capturing a pelican, but I decided it could be a useful tool as the handle was about 6 feet long.  As a crowd watched, I twisted my lucky Nebraska Cornhuskers hat on backwards and set off down the embankment to the edge of the muck and starting working my way around the pond towards the bird.  Edie and another helper started off that way on top of the bank.  The pelican was resting about a third of the way up the bank from the bottom and I somehow was able to get below it.  The duo on the top of the embankment was nearly in place and the pelican got edgy.  I decided to go for it and made a quick dash towards the bird as it opened up its wings and turned downhill and to my left to get airborne.  I stretched out the net and gently knocked the bird to the ground by placing the net on its back.  I dove forward and captured the pelican!  In the distance I heard a few cheers.  I stood up with the pelican and handed it off to Edie, who high-fived me.  I walked proudly back to the car and was excited to have participated in that event.  It was a very personalized experience with a rare vagrant to Massachusetts and I enjoyed it thoroughly.  The show was clearly over at the dump and there would be no more birders that could count that particular pelican on their accoutrement of lists.  That bird ceased to be “countable” when I got my arms around it.  There was at least one other brown pelican on the island and I hoped others would be able to see it.  I didn’t want to be the guy that “f%*ing captured the brown pelican just before I could get there to see it.”

 
We spent the rest of the day touring around the island, enjoying the scenery and finding a few more good birds including a white-winged crossbill and some late warblers.  As the time neared for the rental car return, we stared helplessly at the loosened bumper while at a beach parking lot.  I investigated under the car and didn’t see anything broken.  I pushed downward and in on the bumper and popped one side back into place.  I went around the car and was able to repeat the process.  Now nothing about the car looked damaged.  I’m glad I was wearing my lucky hat.  We escaped from the rental agency with a tab of $72, including taxes, and a gas bill of $8 (which wasn’t too bad considering gas prices on the island were near $5/gallon).

Semipalmated Plover at Hummock Pond
 
Northern Parula


We some extra time before the 4:30PM Ferry departure so we celebrated our day at the Brotherhood of Thieves, which is an amazing place if you’re ever on Nantucket.  http://www.brotherhoodofthieves.com/

The warm black bean soup and cold Sierra Nevada beer hit the spot.  We toasted to good birds and a great day afield.

I’m happy to report that the brown pelican was at a wildlife rehab center on Cape Cod later that day and doing well.  It had no broken bones and wasn’t sick or injured.  It likely just needed food and vitamins before it could be released, probably someplace closer to its home range.
Sunset in Hyannis as the ferry returns us to the mainland
 

Friday, November 2, 2012

Salem, MA Halloween Pictures (10/31/2012)

As promised I'm providing a link to some more of my Halloween pictures.  You may wonder what all of this Halloween stuff has to do with my blog title: "Health, Fitness, and the Great Outdoors."  The answer is, "not much."  However what normally happens on Halloween in Salem (at least with us) is that we spend all day walking around town.  I actually showed over 23,000 steps on my BodyBugg that day.  So we are getting some exercise while we are having a good time. 
I didn't caption too many pictures in this flickr set.  I think they are pretty self-explanatory.  My dog, Cooper, is dressed as Super Dog.  I'm dressed as Wilfred, of FX networks fame.  My wife, Rosanna, and her friend, Kim, are Oompa Loompas.  Kim's husband, James, is a convict.  We walked around with them, their two dogs and our friend, Nate most of the day.  It was a really fun time.  I promise to get back on focus with this blog in the upcoming days.  In fact, I'm heading to Nantucket tomorrow to look for a rare bird so I hope to have exciting pictures and a story to go with it.  For now, enjoy the Halloween pictures.  I welcome your comments and questions.

http://www.flickr.com/photos/dcelyphotos/sets/72157631913161438/

This is a link to my entire site and not just the Halloween set.

http://www.flickr.com/photos/dcelyphotos/