Equal Billing, as it were...

Yesterday Ellen and I went outside and played for a good long time. After all the snow on the ground, the frigid temps (down to MINUS 18 degrees F one morning) and a cold, the forced shut-in time was producing cabin fever in us. I had to hang out laundry, too. It was sunny and breezy.

Then Ellen said we needed to build a snowman. This means that *I* have to build it. So I set to work. I refused to build a 3 big ball snowman. I just started building a tall-ish column. I kept whacking handfuls of snow on it. Then something happened; I got a handful of snow here, and fistful there and it started to resemble something other than a snowMAN.

Hmmm...

So I just started building off of that;



I didn't finish the head, the snow is melting too fast, and I just am too exhausted at the time to finish her. But today I went out and did some decorating for the sake of picture taking;




All in all, I think the next snowfall that comes, I will try and do some other sculpture; this isn't too bad for a 40 minute, or so, job.

Ha ha

Comments

Frau Guten Tag said…
LOVE it, that is soooo awesome!! On a serious note though it really looks great minus the missing head. Did Ellen like it??
February 15, 2011 at 4:48 PM
Anonymous said…
You crack me up....that is almost like one of the Cycladic Goddesses from Crete! Love the colorful additions! MaryG
February 17, 2011 at 11:20 AM
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