Something unrelated made me look at the calendar yesterday and I noticed that it’s almost my five year anniversary since we moved to Halifax. Of all the change, living here has been about connection and who we are. It’s like… Read More ›
How I think
thursday afternoon
Were not these branchline memories themselves a sign of our own changing humanity? Held in our stories with the fondness of memory like a great aunt we look forward to visiting from a village we haven’t lived in for a… Read More ›
jute grass is half full
There are a couple of things I’ve been thinking about and wanting to model for most of the time I’ve been in this hobby and I suppose I could extrapolate from that, that since I’ve had model trains most of… Read More ›
dirt ballast postscript
In the previous post I shared some photos of a sample of dirt ballasted track I’d made up in HO scale, standard gauge, as an extension of my general study in how I approach modelling this. That sample was made… Read More ›
dirt ballast (deliberate practice)
“N scale, will you always be my siren?” I asked the other day. It takes practically no effort to remind me of this connection. So sensitive is that trigger it’s not even worth linking back from here to what probably… Read More ›
Prince Street 