My daughters had three Huskies over the years. They've moved on now, and took their dogs with them, thank merciful heaven. To this day I am still vacuuming up clumps of Husky hair. Your modeling was good, so it wasn't a hard guess. You capture the essence of the thing.
Spent a pleasant afternoon hanging out with "Crusty," hogger extraordinaire. Crusty is
little strange in that he runs the 1:1 scale for a living, and then runs them again in 1:87.
His collection is that of every type of coach and car he has seen in his 26 years on the
His layout, I like to think, is of the "old, old school" variety: track on rug.
I would title that vignette "Changing of the Guard." A marvelous story told without a single word. The hulking, slowly rusting steamers parked on a siding, their throaty whistles silenced as the sleek F units, announced by their shrill horns hiss and rumble slowly across the foreground hauling battered veterans of wood and iron intermingled with some glistening cars that appear to have just been delivered from their manufactories.
My feeble attempt at another changing of the guard, my morbid obsession with the fall of the PC. The oddly painted GP is inspired by the Tyco paint schemes of similar fantasy.