I’ve just finished some notes for work and maybe it’s this nice pen I’m using or another example of my “work on computer but think on paper” style but I had all these scraps of journal entries that probably are unlikely to germinate. While enjoying first coffees this morning I was thinking about a thought from last night’s walk:
This blog, the layout, my time trackside; doing one informs the others the same as how diversity in any part of my life enriches the mix. They are members of my band but they are capable actors on their own. I was in a very deep rut…I make this blog as a form of expression and I had stopped seeing its independence. Allowing it to be, without harnessing it to a particular project, establishes a space to experiment in expression and how trains is sometimes a way to communicate through. Life is an exploratory work in progress. It’s length, in time, governed by the health of our curiosity.
Sunday. “Coffee in the city?”
A couple things to drop off at the library and a few more to pick up. It’s never an even balance but a good problem to have too.
But it don't snow here
It stays pretty green
I'm going to make a lot of money
Then I'm going to quit this crazy scene
Work at home; live at home; we need to get out of here. I love the bookends of winter and the way snow highlights our world. Concentrating on its forms, I think I have a few techniques to model it that I like, for the grass and snow laying with it, but it’s track that’s going to be an interesting study: snow stays on the ties long after its melted from the ballast. Wet or cold? We’re both.
I loved seeing Cheryl Sassi’s article Making tall field grass in this month’s Model Railroader. I’ll confess, mostly for the header image of that Sandy River Forney stood footboard-deep in the grass. I have some new ideas, inspired by this article, I can’t wait to be more comfortable with and it’s tough to not dream of a Maine two foot-ish layout. I’ve over-worked On30 in the space I have and it doesn’t fit. Luckily, daydreams eh?
Finished Lucy Mangan’s Bookworm. Over the past few years I’ve been lucky to read a lot of books about, well, books. This was another random find at the library and a beautiful coincidence of time since Krista and I were fondly remembering the books we shared with our children. We didn’t share The Rats of Nymh (I’d forgotten how much I enjoyed reading it all those years ago) but in Bookworm I remembered titles we did enjoy.
Will has built a simply stunning RSC14 in HO. I’ll see him in a couple of weeks. I’m already begging him to bring the model along.
Finished sketching an Arduino-based “radio control” prototype I will build this week that is both “knob and switch controller” and “battery-powered RC” for those 16mm scale models I have.
Youtube suggested that film, from the OO9 Society’s channel, about John Wilkes’ Coleford layout. It’s some very fine modelling but their conversation was beautiful to listen to. I could listen to someone who sounds like that all day long.
Speaking of “could listen to all day long”: I’m now convinced I could listen to Giles Favell explain anything to me. So much so, I’m also convinced I could never talk to him because I’d be too distracted.
Grant Eastman was the first channel I bought a subscription to and it’s still, consistently, some of the best money I’ll spend. His current series is summarized in that short film and discusses his theory and technique on backdrops. It makes me want to paint and I love it.
I missed my ferry and, with it, 509’s return from Autoport. They’re already in the yard and I’m in no rush. While waiting for the GP’s to finish dropping their train in the yard time to enjoy the sound of the waves on the rocks behind me and explore what’s also in the yard. 511’s power is tied down and there’s a broken autorack here too. This composition reminds me of the limits of the iPhone’s camera at night. Maybe it’s time to move on from version 6?
I quoted from Joni Mitchell’s River. I love it and it’s been stuck in my head all morning. Kettle’s just about boiled and time to get back to work. Thanks for making it this far with me. I appreciate it.
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