Today, I carved my first-ever pumpkin. Granted, my parents bought us pumpkins when I was probably six or seven, and I remember we scooped out pumpkin guts in our patio, but I’m pretty sure my mom handled the knife work. Which means, I’ve never carved a pumpkin. Until today.
Normally, I wouldn’t blog these sorts of shenanigans, except…
- I’m really proud of my pumpkin,
- I used all three of my prime lenses in documenting my pumpkin and
- Jeff and I went to some ridiculous measures to light up my pumpkin for the final shot.
So, here we go!
Using a weird pick tool (not sure why we have it), I punched small holes along the outlines. Then, once I removed the pattern, I used the same pick to create the lines via the holes. The hardest part was not the teeth, but actually the letters.
But as we all know, the only thing that matters is how good your pumpkin looks when it’s lit up. So… voila!
So, uh, yeah.
I promise I’ll have some more, uh, professional photos up soon. And some film, once I pick it up tomorrow and get it scanned over the next few days.