And appears to stretch all the way from east to west . Not that I can see the westerly end …
Times like these I wish I could see from the top floor westerly fire escape balcony without having to walk all the way down to the ground floor and catch the lift back up to level 2.
Going in the elevators during a thunderstorm seems quite risky. What if there’s a power cut? Not only that, I don’t think my knees would cope descending nine floors.
The cloud is gone, but it is raining. Just a light shower emanating from the white clouds left behind. Turning into a sun shower …
The only time in my life that I’ve ever risked looking directly at the sun was in 2019 when bush-fire smoke made that possible. Here the sun setting behind Chincogan or more popularly known as ‘Chinnie’. A little relationship to the story so far.
In the Biesboschen Four hundred begettings ago, Hunting, fishing and gathering We people followed the narrow under-tree paths of deer and swine.
Otter-Wijf might then have been my name. Hung with bones, herbs and a wisert’s skin I walked and walked and walked the cool under-tree paths Of our home range.
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With this painting and poem I’ve tried to manifest a dream in which I had the clearest sensation that I walked through sand–making those little squeaks–in an ancient Dutch setting. Otter-wijf was my name and I wore a leather shoulder bag with dried herbs in it, and a leather wrap about my shoulders.
It was the uncanniest thing when I woke, no longer wearing the wrap or the bag when only seconds before they felt as real, as the bed-sheets a few seconds later.
I saw in the stats for this blog that interestingly—some would say co-incidently—the original MILS plate post was once again dug up from the archives.
Due to some house rules I have up to now ignored, I can no longer display my Lego creations on the hall table in the corridor.
I’m hoping there won’t be any complaints if I display on the pilaster beside my front door. Where usually only names and seasonal things are stuck.
Hence now attempting to invent a vertical MILS plate
A first trial vertical MILS plate only partially covered. With a very basic version of men at work starting the build
The question is how much weight I can hang off such a structure keeps me experimenting. Second, how easy or hard will it be to change the displays?
That up there is a thirty-two stud base plate stuck to the wall with five velcro-type fixings. Not ideal as I have already found, as all the places where there aren’t fixings are hard to press down on.
And after being bent in, they bend back and the thing being connected jumps off. It’s even awkward to fix on small plates such as eg 4 x 8s with stuff on them.
I think I need to get a bunch of 16 x16 plates. build on them, and stick them to the baseplate with strips or 2 x 4 plates. Something like that.
While I’m waiting for a postal delivery, I might break out some old ladders from the vintage fire engine and get the characters onto the next level, since at the moment it reminds me of an old fashioned arcade game.
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