Eavesdropping

Sometimes when I have worked on large figurative sculptures in the past there have been times when ones attentions suddenly seem rather too personal as if the thing takes on its own presence that imposes boundaries that have been crossed, particularly at dusk when the visual senses suffer from persuasion from internal messages more than external.
The simple roofing project doesn't entail anything like that. A bit more like those chaps crawling all over their elephants at bath time.
This morning I couldn't resist fitting a couple of the decorative pieces I made up yesterday for the eaves of the roof before I got on to the more important job of fitting a nasty little bit of copper flashing around a corner and popping on the last few rows of shingles. Just fingering the piece up under the edging here before marking it off to be cut to the angle of the roof and bending it to overlap a corresponding piece around the back. Perhaps I zoomed in a bit too much.