Today I ran a workshop for five people making deer. I was ably assisted by my wife (chief photographer, waitress, tool mistress and adviser for the day). Two of the chaps on the course shared today as their birthday and the course was a present from their wives. Although we were surrounded by (melting) snow I managed to keep everyone busy and all went home with a deer (except for me, I’m more of a venison man):
Here are the youngest and oldest 15 to 62 (fortunately my insurance cover goes as low as 9 years old).
These gels had fun:
I should point out that the rips in the jeans were pre-existing and that no humans were harmed in the making of these deer. The red stains liberally sprinkled around the middle work bench are just Flying Goose hot sauce stains caused during an eating incident at lunchtime.
There were actually six members of the course but the robin just didn’t seem to get the hang of things at all. He seemed to enjoy the biscuits and home-baked bread nonetheless.
It has been very scenic in the wood this past week, if a bit chilly. I’m surprised at the very low numbers of visitors considering the sights to be seen:
I think sometimes I like the shape of trees without their leaves better than with. The shape is so much more clear and stark and beautiful.
Even the messy old bodgery looked not bad:
The sun did his bit too to make things look good:
These pictures take a bit of getting as the sun only shines on my side of the River Wharfe briefly in these short Winter days.
I feel so sorry for the wildlife living outdoors all the time, I know vaguely how they must feel, and they don’t have four pairs of trousers and five tops like me. Earlier this week at home the temperature dropped to minus 13 centigrade – just how do you sleep out through that? Maybe the cold is just another state to wildlife, but I guess they must enjoy warmer weather.
And another thing, why do snow pictures usually look as though they were taken on (almost) black and white film?