October 28, 2009
On Sunday Sarah repeated her fine tradition of an afternoon of social pumpkin carving. (Photos from last year here)

Sarah has embraced the pumpkin, lulling it into a false sense of security:

Amber was ready with some two-knife action:

The carvening happening in earnest:

There was also meatballs and baked potatoes, and later a good round of "Apples to Apples".

By happy (or GHOULISH) coincidence, we had 13 carved Jack-O-Laterns, including the small little gourdish things Amber and I brought on a whim:

I carved the minimalist unhappy face to the right of those, and Amber made the pretty branch 3 down from that.

We also started playing with the face-like shadows (heh, I guess the eyes and mouths are examples of negative negative space, reverse shadows) on the wall behind:

It was quite a nice prolonged moment, all of us sitting in the kitchen, just taking in the row of our creations, bathed in the soft orangish light. Caught a bit of Autumn harvest magic I think.

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