Of course I could have named this “Pumpkin from Family Fare”. Naaaaaah. And that’s a real turtle shell shaman’s rattle. And one of the feathers is from a South American Condor; the other is a turkey feather I’d picked up in my woods. I suppose I could labor over this for another few days, but then I’d have to be committed. Enough is enough! I still have another pumpkin sitting in the studio — and I haven’t a clue what to do with it yet. Inspiration will come in a dream, no doubt.
After I finished this, I took a walk with the cats along the swamp to enjoy one of our last “good” days. Here’s one view of the little creek:
And here’s Mr. Kitters, showing off his log-walking skills:
And here’s a deer standing right outside my studio:
Yeah, but what about Picasso? He beat Mr. Kitters and I back to the house so he could catch up on his nap:
