Nosferatu a blustery pumpkin morning

Today is Friday, which means Daddy/Annie adventures.  Today is also the day before "The Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown" viewing at St Christopher's, with costumes, pumpkins, and prizes.  Finally, today is the day after the night that saw a cold-front move in, which means today is the first day of fall that has actually felt like fall.

Put it all together and, clearly, of all the adventures open to us on this Friday, one was as irresistibly compelling to us as leaf piles are to Linus Van Pelt: we set out to carve another pumpkin.



Disclaimer: I like to think of myself as pretty handy with the pumpkin saw.  It has been humbling, therefore, to discover these photos of a good friend's recent pumpkins.  (You may need to be logged into facebook to access these links).  Annie and I are thus inclined to dial down the hyperbole with respect to the pumpkin we're about to share with you.  Yes, we're proud of it, but no, this is not the greatest and best pumpkin in the world.  This is just a Tribute.

I'm looking at you, J-Scroggz

                                       Mi amiga:

 

                                         The setup:

You'll notice the fire, a tweak made possible by the lower temps this a.m.  We stopped every few minutes to look for sticks, debris, to keep it going.  A fun wrinkle.

                                         The initial carve-out:

                                         The fine detailing:

                                         The chimney:

                                         The test-run:

 

                                          The black-out:

The face is of Nosferatu, an early German vampire figure, featured in the 1922 silent film of the same name.

The weird-kinda-cool picture resulting from an unsteady camera hand:

The End.