many miles of wandering these creeks and mesas and mountains reveal the treasures i love to collect. it take countless hours of "dirt time."
i find things and beings whose big hearts once beat in their brave chests.
this lovely young man was found in the mountains near my home.
the hunters left his head (face), legs and interestingly enough, his antlers.
of course i went back with a saw. i use these antlers for various projects (which by the way are shed naturally every spring by the lads.)
check 'em out on ESTY