Back in the early-mid nineties I spent some months at my aunt and uncle's cabin in northern Wisconsin. I did manage to work a bit, but mostly I would read, write, study wild plants, and fish.
Sometimes I would make strange little faces out of wood and metal scrap. I would then nail these creations to trees and not really think about them afterward.
This is one of those faces which still exists after 15 years of exposure to up north weather.
aspen firewood and tobacco can lids