Henley
Posted: Mon Oct 08, 2018 5:52 am
I'm back.
During the hiatus made some progress on the fictional "Henley," which I will add in haste bears no semblance of the real Henley. Henley, or more precisely Shiplake, is where my family resided in '66 - '67, and it left indelible impressions of cobblestones, fog, rolling green hills, the savory scent of scones and diesel fumes from double deck buses. friendly people and trains. British trains, where at the venerable age of six I received a Wrenn wind up and was hooked for life. We traveled by train; endless miles of Devonshire countryside from the window of a dining coach, Yorkshire Pudding, the clank of wheel on joint, and the sway of footplates in the vestibule. A child's paradise.
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Upon a 4 x 8 slab, I endeavor to recreate more a feeling of the place than a replication. As an adult, the history, prehistory, and mythology of Greater Britain is an endless fascination, for I know of no other spot on the globe where such a nexus of culture and artifact intersect with such concentration. Fop example, a fellow digging in his back yard to install some sort of water line unearths a beautiful Roman mosaic. A grounds man tending a cricket pitch unearths a hoard. Loch Ness Monster. Sutton Hoo. Stone Henge, Norman castles and knights in armor. The range and depth is unequaled anywhere else. All this in good fun; never cynical.
To add cohesion to the carnival of events, I decided upon the year 1927, in part from having read Bill Bryson extensively, and his sensational narrative of events in the U.S. of 1927. That, and locomotives circulating in the Edwardian age are like iron dinosauria in their morphology, shaped by the forces of the need for speed, power, utility and efficiency.
But the roaring Deltics of the '60's make the occasional appearance: I run a '60's era rake sometimes, amidst the Edwardian country side and passenger livery, to emulate a "Steam Preservation" day. The Norman(ish) castle is replete with jousting knights and nobility, as a a scene of medieval recreation by modern day re-enactors. There is a large horse farm, there, also, where my beloved sister took her riding lessons. I like my cake, and to eat it too.
In addition to the usual stills, I like to video tape short episodes of the trains in operation, perhaps a little influenced by Thomas, et al, but with more of a bent towards Monty Python than Ringo Starr. It's all about the nostalgia of a brief British childhood, and many happy memories therein.
Mod note Topic moved to the Members layout section from the Welcome area.
During the hiatus made some progress on the fictional "Henley," which I will add in haste bears no semblance of the real Henley. Henley, or more precisely Shiplake, is where my family resided in '66 - '67, and it left indelible impressions of cobblestones, fog, rolling green hills, the savory scent of scones and diesel fumes from double deck buses. friendly people and trains. British trains, where at the venerable age of six I received a Wrenn wind up and was hooked for life. We traveled by train; endless miles of Devonshire countryside from the window of a dining coach, Yorkshire Pudding, the clank of wheel on joint, and the sway of footplates in the vestibule. A child's paradise.
'
Upon a 4 x 8 slab, I endeavor to recreate more a feeling of the place than a replication. As an adult, the history, prehistory, and mythology of Greater Britain is an endless fascination, for I know of no other spot on the globe where such a nexus of culture and artifact intersect with such concentration. Fop example, a fellow digging in his back yard to install some sort of water line unearths a beautiful Roman mosaic. A grounds man tending a cricket pitch unearths a hoard. Loch Ness Monster. Sutton Hoo. Stone Henge, Norman castles and knights in armor. The range and depth is unequaled anywhere else. All this in good fun; never cynical.
To add cohesion to the carnival of events, I decided upon the year 1927, in part from having read Bill Bryson extensively, and his sensational narrative of events in the U.S. of 1927. That, and locomotives circulating in the Edwardian age are like iron dinosauria in their morphology, shaped by the forces of the need for speed, power, utility and efficiency.
But the roaring Deltics of the '60's make the occasional appearance: I run a '60's era rake sometimes, amidst the Edwardian country side and passenger livery, to emulate a "Steam Preservation" day. The Norman(ish) castle is replete with jousting knights and nobility, as a a scene of medieval recreation by modern day re-enactors. There is a large horse farm, there, also, where my beloved sister took her riding lessons. I like my cake, and to eat it too.
In addition to the usual stills, I like to video tape short episodes of the trains in operation, perhaps a little influenced by Thomas, et al, but with more of a bent towards Monty Python than Ringo Starr. It's all about the nostalgia of a brief British childhood, and many happy memories therein.
Mod note Topic moved to the Members layout section from the Welcome area.