Meet the Nu Yanu. He's elongated in the legs with new modesty shadow, and stained black from the ribs down. I realized he's always running through the tree canopy or crouching on tree branches. It will be an easy feat to keep his nethers shrouded in constant shadiness. He's also trying on Luna-like moth wings, something in more subtle, moon-like coloration.
IN OTHER NEWS: Downstairs Clare did heroic 1/2Landian work today and cut all the stacks of cedar shims I bought down into cottage roof shingles with his radical radial saw. I had him come up and see the tree and consult on how my lumber layout for the cottage roof was shaping up to his expert set-builder eyes. He said it seemed fine and thought it would work. Silence after that, so I'm on my own with it.
I tried my caveman measurements for the angles of the roof beams to meet at the peak with compound cuts but it is not working, no matter how many angles I try. Too many calculations for me. I thought of instead sculpting a kind of gazebo topper out of aluminum gutter mesh that the beams could slot into securely. This would allow roof panel sections to come apart as much or as little as I'd need for filming. The metal could be covered in papier mache and finished to look like wood, topped with shingles and moss, however I'd care to.
Thinking about it. Staining the box of raw, great smelling cedar wood shingles tomorrow.