The man has no head
Most often there were problems
Effort is madness
Once upon a time at Poetry Central Headquarters: Egg Math
The Pumpkin House of Horrors
I picked up a bunch of hose clamps at a garage sale one time, without any clear goal for using them. I knew they'd come in handy some day! The padlock and clasp are from an old wooden army trunk that belonged to my great-great-uncle Jimmy. And yes, since you ask, I did wear braces as a young teen, and the experience most definitely informed this carve. Also it's not obvious from this picture, but this is a pretty big pumpkin, possibly the largest I've ever worked with.