Woof. That workbench shot.  Just needs a roll of paper towels, an ashtray, a bottle of Irish, and a can of used fasteners waiting to be sorted to look like the one I've got in the shed at my summer place.

I fully realize that this thread is a preservational re-post of an epic from another forum, but reading it here's been like watching someone thoughtfully build a large model railroad and its impedimenta in the space of a couple of months.  Love it.  Fond of your historical, contextual tidbits, especially, having a love for the New England states and their architectural styles.

I'm glad you've taken the time and trouble to migrate your words and pictures here, I applaud you for doing so, and I hope to see more.  I'll be tuned to this channel.

Topnotch!  And educational.

Brilliant light-wavelength hack.

This is quietly gorgeous.  I can hear cicadas.

Especially impressed by the character of your warehouse.  And your soft-focus backdrop works a treat.

That tree is absolute genius.  Now I want to build a tropical-themed diorama.

Quote from: Michael Hohn on March 06, 2025, 09:59:49 AMJeff,

Your luncheonette is a gem.  Your added details and the roof are outstanding. 

Mike

Word for word.

Bonsoir!  The after-supper whiskies, should you imbibe, are on my cuff.  I've got Glengoyne 10 (the closest thing the Scots make to an Irish), and Glen Scotia 15 (you can really taste the salt).  For our abstainers, I have a pot of Royal Navy kye on the hob.

Finally made it to my closest hobby shop after work to buy basic and not-so-basic acrylic paints, paintbrushes, a cutting mat, glue, and other handy little marvels.  Last time I was there, thirty-odd years ago, they had some basic train stuff.  Now?  Not a sausage.  Oh, they stock Woodland Scenics and other landscape materials, some of them quite interesting (Wee hussock-tufts!  Some pretty nice trees priced ten times dearer than fresh asparagus!) but they're clearly catering to tabletop wargaming and military model diorama builders, these days.  Machts nichts.  I won't and don't hold it against them.  They had loads of different paints and surface finishes, a small forest of brushes, and a concise but comprehensive shelf of glues.  I finally have what I think I need to start one of my kits this weekend.  Probably going to be the Thomas Yorke Rubbles Depot.  I've only been waiting three hundred years to take a bash at the thing.

Sacrifice a chicken or two for me, please.  It's been a while.

That night shot's superb.

"Yeah, Clem, I've decided to turn it into a tricycle."

"Uhm, you didn't study physics at Harvard, did ya, Butch?"

"'Kay, you're talking technicalities, now."

"Butch?  Here's fifty fucks."

"Huh?"

"Go buy a helmet."

Lovely stuff!

Ouf. I have a couple of these, smaller ones, one built, one waiting to be assembled.  This is gold.  Thank you.

I'm a fan of 36-foot standard gauge wooden boxcars.  Something about the proportions...   Love the steel roof, roofwalks, and doors on this one.  The contrast makes my eye wander, and wonder.

Well-executed and charismatic model.

That dried-up mud-puddle is an exquisite little detail.

Mea maxima culpa. I'll look harder, next time.

This is topnotch scrapbox modelling.

Just one practical design-question thing, though: When the denizens of Junto al Mar actually need to use that contrivance to hoist a bale of weed or coca leaves or whatever, do they bend a hook onto the travelling line with sailorly knots, or do they simply disregard the Laws of Fizzicks and trust in the Tibetan arts of levitation?   Because I cannot, for the life of me, see a hook.