We are leaving for Orlando tomorrow and I will not have any chance to crack this giant vegetable before the day when even the adults wear Walmart bougth costumes. So we decided that I do it today.
Below is the stage by stage documentary of me birthing Jack. Yes we named the lantern Jack. Somebody has ran out of names.
Of course Jack started as a pumpkin. Just like any other real Jack O'Lantern.
All the mulchy, stringy parts and seeds go to the in-sinkerator (some neat food disposal unit found in most american sinks). Then the tricky part. I had to create a pattern for his jolly face by poking it with a stick. You will see them holes as we progress. They're like those dots that you connect to create an image. Remember kindergarten? I'm sure you did that once as a kid. After poking, the slicing happens. LOL! I started with the eyes.
And then voila! A face only a mother without ovaries could love. Does't he look like he just regurgitated some orangy, chunky and stringy stuff?
I played around with my my new camera and tried to shoot in speed priority without a tripod. Not a very good idea but it made a ghostly image. One that is well fit for the season.
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