And then when the cold comes the less frequent visits are surprising ones because of their diminishing color and warping bodies. And when the snow falls they are buried until...today. He's so beautiful isn't he?
This year I only managed to save one and I photographed him a few times. Compare these with the 2009 pumpkins here.
They shell is thin, dry, and dotted with mold and fuzzy growths. The hole appeared this week and seems to be his way of trying to tell us something.
The view from the back looks as though he has turned and is leaning his back so as to face the sun.











