Movember continues. I wonder how long it will be before I don't need closeups to show off my mustache. The light brown and white (I no longer gasp in horror) whiskers make it hard to see even when it is reasonably long.
The cheetah is looking good, if I do say so myself. I am learning that one difference between a novice and an experienced carver is in the bravery in taking the first strokes. I am shy about digging too deep into the wood. I know the head should be much narrower than the shoulder muscles - sharing the widest point with the thighs - but I tend to scrape down a few millimetres on each side at a time in fear of going too far.
About 1700 words on my InNoWriMo novel. I'm not emphasizing it here because it has been stuff I'd been thinking about for months, even years, as I tried to write this story in InNoWriMo 2011. I have only recently written it down but it is not creative production from this year.
My son's jack-o-lantern. Yes, it was done in time for Hallowe'en, but I was late in shooting it.
Not my work, but remarkable enough for me to offer a link: What is the most philosophical thing that you have heard a child under 5 say?