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Blue Bolt / Heft-Reihe
> Sub-Zero / Skulduggery At the Ballgame
Script: Bill Everett
art: Bill Everett
Novelty Press / USA 1940
Reprint: Comic-Club NK 2010
ex libris MTP
The Sub-Zero/Wolf Kitchen. This is one of the five fully functional and spectacularly adorned kitchens seen in the Morrison showroom. This kitchen was represented by Chef Rebecca Osborn.
The Cowtown Showdown and Ball had it's Launch Party held at Morrison Supply's Showroom in Fort Worth, Tx. Participants in this years Cowtown Ball got together and enjoyed music by Josh Michael as well great food provided by Appliance vendors Sub Zero/Wolf, Thermadore, Meile, Viking and more.
The Cowtown Showdown and Ball is a fund raising event for the American Cancer Society
In this picture I used a spot light to burn out the wall and a softbox above and to the model's right. I wanted to do more of a fashion shot because I thought that went well with the shirt she was wearing. I asked her to put her hands above her hips to give her shoulders lots of form and I've gone for a blueish tone to make the photo seem cool/cold and make sure it's not a warm, friendly family-type portrait.
The Melrose Running Club's Sunday Long Run was 17 miles in sub-zero (-7 warming to -2) temperatures We ran a clover leaf pattern, coming back to the Melrose Knights of Columbus Hall for warm water stops every 3-4 miles
February 14, 2016
Iron Sub-Zero est un mix entre Iron Man / War Machine et Sub Zero.
J'ai eût l'idée de se cosplay / créa perso en juillet 2010, imaginant Sub-Zero prenant un portail vers la Terre et être boosté par Tony Stark.
Il ne s'agit donc pas du Cyber Sub-Zero que MK9 nous dévoilera quelques mois plus tard ;-)
Classic Hawaii trackhome kitchen remodel with a new contemporary design utilizing modern appliances, granite countertops, and european cabinetry combined with the original redwood tongue and groove details of the classic home.
Iron Sub-Zero est un mix entre Iron Man / War Machine et Sub Zero.
J'ai eût l'idée de se cosplay / créa perso en juillet 2010, imaginant Sub-Zero prenant un portail vers la Terre et être boosté par Tony Stark.
Il ne s'agit donc pas du Cyber Sub-Zero que MK9 nous dévoilera quelques mois plus tard ;-)
The Melrose Running Club's Sunday Long Run was 17 miles in sub-zero (-7 warming to -2) temperatures We ran a clover leaf pattern, coming back to the Melrose Knights of Columbus Hall for warm water stops every 3-4 miles
February 14, 2016
Iron Sub-Zero est un mix entre Iron Man / War Machine et Sub Zero.
J'ai eût l'idée de se cosplay / créa perso en juillet 2010, imaginant Sub-Zero prenant un portail vers la Terre et être boosté par Tony Stark.
Il ne s'agit donc pas du Cyber Sub-Zero que MK9 nous dévoilera quelques mois plus tard ;-)
Winter of 1948-49 Hits Hard In Arbon
An article that appeared in the 1999 Power County Press by Nelda Williams, added online by Hank Fitch
The winter of 1948-49 began early in November of 48 with sub zero temperatures and snow too dry to pack into any facsimile of a sled trail. Arbon ranchers all fed loose hay in those days by team and sled.
For three months, no water dripped from the eves of our little three roomed house. With no ceiling insulation you would ordinarily expect to see icicles hanging from the eves in the winter.
Sod, not long out of the service following World War II, was feeding cattle that winter for the J. N. Arbon family. Toward the last of January, Mr. Arbon had come from his winter home in Pocatello to see how we were getting along. I remember his remark that day, that hopefully the worst part of the winter was over.
Needless to say, we never saw him or anyone else from outside the valley again until Spring.
In early February it warmed up enough to begin to snow. For 17 days the storm never let up. Almost like clockwork, the wind would blow approximately 24 hours from the south, then switch to the west, which resulted in out traitorous west blizzards. Twenty-four hours later it would be back to the south again.
Finally on the 14th day, our mail was flown out from Pocatello and dropped in a field adjacent to the post office. Sod, who had accepted the appointment as rural mail carrier shortly after his discharge from the military, sorted the weeks accumulation of mail and delivered it to his patrons by horseback.
With still no signs of the storm abating, the drifts continued to bury us. Handling the loose hay made it difficult to feed. Using a hay knife, you were compelled to hand saw a small section at a time all the way to the ground. Below the snow line, the hay had to be pitched up on to the snow and then re-pitched on to the hay rack. You couldn't open up a stack or it would cover over before the next day.
Sod made the decision to try to leave to feed every other day on a South wind. The cattle were some distance from the house and his hope was to get back before the wind shifted. Many times he faced a west blizzard to get home.
The horses constantly broke through the poorly packed sled trail. Sod had shoveled steps in the snow bank for the team to get out of the barn, but to get back in, they simply sat and slid. The double wings of the large barn had already covered over.
With no way to get the cream to town, we quit separating and fed the whole milk to the calves. We eventually had to keep the milk cows and some late fall calves we were feeding in the barn. Fortunately, we did have access to water inside.
Tired of shoveling into the out buildings each day, Sod finally began tunneling into them. We kept a shovel in the house by the door to dig out each morning. We had long since had to remove the storm door which opened outward. The snow finally came up over the roof on the west side of the house.
No way to get provisions, we made due with what we had. We had our milk and eggs and a winter supply of potatoes, flour, and canned goods. We supplemented our fair with an occasional snow shoe rabbit. I did look forward to a fresh green salad, come spring.
It was during the severe cold spell in January, just before the terrible storm period hit, that Sod took off on horseback one morning. He headed South to the food of Bull Canyon to deliver an accumulation of mail for Walt Frederick, who lived on up the canyon. Walt provided a large wooden structure for his mail on the main road as he only cam out of the canyon periodically to pick it up.
The road South into Oneida County was not winter-maintained so an arrangement had had been made through the postal department for periodic delivery to Walt by horseback. Sod left that morning around 10 a.m., leading a pack horse, figuring to spell the horses off in breaking trail. I was not to see him again for over 12 hours.
By dark I was becoming very concerned. No phone, no way to get word out for help, I decided I may as well start the chores while waiting out his return. The temperature was well below zero by 7 p.m. I bundled up our then five-year-old son, Barry, and headed for the barn.
As time wore on, the fear that some accident had befallen my husband continually gnawed at me. It was nearly 10 p.m. before I got around to packing water to the calves. When I turned the self-draining hydrant in the barn on, I watched in horror as water splashed onto my clothes and instantly froze. I knew that a man would never survive the night if he was laying out there somewhere injured and alone.
It wasn't until that moment that I broke down and cried. Our little son for the first time sensed my fear and concern that something had happened to his dad. He attempted to console me with, My dad won't get bucked off Mom, my dad won't get bucked off!
Some time later, I was to hear the familiar crunch of horses hooves in the frozen snow. I rushed to the barn door in time to meet the pack mare as she shoved her head over the top of the Dutch door. It was an alarming sight, this black mare snow white with frost, her whiskers coated like a flocked Christmas tree.
I opened the door to let her in expecting to see something of Sod, but nothing. For the better part of an hour, I continued to wait. I was by now convinced that something terrible had indeed happened. The other horse perhaps down with a broken leg or worse, and heavens only knew what had become of my husband.
When he did finally appear, he was hazing a work team along ahead of him that belonged to Vadal Swenson. Vadal farmed in the South end of the valley and had moved to Malad for the winter. He had left the team to winter on dumped straw piles which generally serviced, but the horses had been having trouble pawing into the piles. They were hanging to a small area theat they had kept trampled down. They would never have survived the storms that hit later in February. It was their refusal to leave the area and head North away from their home grounds that had cost Sod so much precious time.
From the day after Christmas in 1948 to March 22, 1949, we were snowed in at the Arbon ranch. The main road was finally dozed out in mid-March. Though still a young man, the color bleached out of Sods eyebrows that winter.
William Hatch Sr. (Carolynn Lusks dad), then our star route mail carrier out of Pocatello, made his daily trip to Arbon on the day the storms hit. He never made it back to Pocatello, but was forced to abandon his jeep at Michaud Flats. When the weather finally broke, with the help of Oliver Pocatello, he began searching for his vehicle. Using a long metal rod, he began prodding in an attempt to locate it under the snow. He proceeded to punch holes in the jeeps aluminum top before he became aware that he had already located it.
When the storms finally gave us some slack, the Pocatello area proceeded to dig out, but we had a long wait ahead of us yet. Our only winter road maintenance equipment in those days was a road grader (patrol). Most of the ranchers in the valley had a sufficient stock of feed, but hay was airlifted to some who couldn't get to their stacks.
Im sure that our neighbors experienced their own difficulties through all of this. We were not the only ones struggling through this historic winter of 48-49.
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The Melrose Running Club's Sunday Long Run was 17 miles in sub-zero (-7 warming to -2) temperatures We ran a clover leaf pattern, coming back to the Melrose Knights of Columbus Hall for warm water stops every 3-4 miles
February 14, 2016
Iron Sub-Zero est un mix entre Iron Man / War Machine et Sub Zero.
J'ai eût l'idée de se cosplay / créa perso en juillet 2010, imaginant Sub-Zero prenant un portail vers la Terre et être boosté par Tony Stark.
Il ne s'agit donc pas du Cyber Sub-Zero que MK9 nous dévoilera quelques mois plus tard ;-)
Iron Sub-Zero est un mix entre Iron Man / War Machine et Sub Zero.
J'ai eût l'idée de se cosplay / créa perso en juillet 2010, imaginant Sub-Zero prenant un portail vers la Terre et être boosté par Tony Stark.
Il ne s'agit donc pas du Cyber Sub-Zero que MK9 nous dévoilera quelques mois plus tard ;-)
On Saturday March 7th, Ben and I watch the ceremonial start of the Iditarod Race on 4th Street in Anchorage. The Iditarod is the annual sled dog race in Alaska, where mushers and teams of dogs cover 1,161 miles (1,868 km) in eight to fifteen days from Willow to Nome. Teams frequently race through blizzards causing whiteout conditions, and sub-zero weather and gale-force winds which can cause the wind chill to reach −100 °F
Although only about half as crowded as previous Halloween pub crawls; this one was still a Hell of a lot of fun!
Another sub-zero day at the office.
This awesome girl I know hooked me up with this simple coffee-making contraption that I love! Hot fresh coffee, whenever I want, without spending $2 at Dunkin Donuts. Awesome.
Shot in South Dakota in early February with most nights sub zero with -25 F wind chill. Used Dynamic Perception Stage Zero dolly and Milapse mount on most of the shots.
The Stage Zero Dolly worked great in the sub zero temps.
Canon 60D and T2i
Tokina 11-16 - Great Lens
Tamron 17-50
Shot in RAW format, most shots were 20 seconds exposure F2.8 with 1 second interval between shots, for about 300 frames or so (several hours). There were a few 30 second and one 15 second exposures. ISO 1600
Music is "Scorpio" By Simon Wilkinson www.thebluemask.com
Simon's music has also been used on Fox's "24"
For licensing contact
Watch this video on Vimeo. Video created by Randy Halverson.
The Melrose Running Club's Sunday Long Run was 17 miles in sub-zero (-7 warming to -2) temperatures We ran a clover leaf pattern, coming back to the Melrose Knights of Columbus Hall for warm water stops every 3-4 miles
February 14, 2016
I purchased my first, solitary, bee hotel in the spring of 2018. It was quickly discovered by Mason and Leafcutter bees and by the end of the first summer, I had almost "full occupancy." The bee hotel was placed on a shelf in the garage for the winter to protect the developing larvae from sub-zero temperatures. The following spring, it was placed back on the front porch in the same location near the garden where the bees forage. Unlike, honey bees, solitary bees only travel a few hundred feet from where they emerge. I added a second bee hotel during the early summer of 2019 and both hotels had nearly "full occupancy" by the end of the summer of 2019 and again in 2020. It has been amazing to observe the female bees go back and forth from the garden collecting pollen, cutting bits of plant material or gathering mud, then returning to the bee hotel to begin the egg laying process. Once they choose a “nesting tube” they crawl to the far end to begin. The female bee places her provisions, pollen with some sticky nectar that she rolls into a ball, then lays a single egg on the top. Next, she seals the egg into a “cell” with mud or leaf material (depending on which species she is) and repeats this process until the tube is filled the whole way to the front. One female solitary bee can lay about 5-15 eggs depending on the length of the tube. Once the eggs hatch, the larvae feed on the provisions, then form cocoons, and don’t emerge until the following spring. Each year, I would bring the bee hotels out from winter storage, but missed their emergence in 2019 and 2020. However, on March 31, 2021, our first really warm day, I happened to look out the kitchen window, which faces the porch and noticed a swarm of small bees flying around the bee hotels, the porch and even resting on the aluminum siding of the house. They were warming themselves in the sun! I was able to determine that these were all Mason Bees because the bees that were emerging were all breaking through the tubes that were sealed with mud. I observed the male Mason bees fly back to the nesting holes to check on whether the female bees were emerging. The males could apparently detect where the females were and would remain on the bee hotel, to attempt mating as soon as a female came out or would even enter the tube to mate before she emerged. At times, several male bees would pile onto the female, fighting to mate with her, often falling to the ground. As each new bee made its way to the opening of a tube, their tiny faces could be seen peering out from the tubes. Each emerging bee would cautiously come to the edge, clean their antennae with their feet, quiver for a moment, then take their first flight! Since the weather has turned cold again and there aren't many flowers yet, the bees are staying inside. On the intermittent warm days, they emerge to work on cleaning out the tubes, as evidenced by bits of dried mud all over the porch, just below the bee hotels!
As of the time of this posting, the Leafcutter Bees have not emerged, as the holes are still sealed with the plant materials used. This photo series was taken over two hours and is only a small portion of the total number taken of the amazing event.
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The final prop replica I was tasked with creating was an iceball, similar to the kind Sub-Zero uses in the Mortal Kombat games. It was to be made the same way as the fireball. It had to light up and be mounted so it appeared as if it was shooting from your hand. Since I had already tackled the fireball, I was at least a tad more knowledgable at how to go about this.
The skeleton was made with aluminum foil. I actually made this skeleton much thinner than the one for the fireball. I did this so it allowed the lights to be more tightly packed together, giving a more even and brighter glow. But like with most things, there was a trade-off. Since the skeleton was smaller, that meant that I had to use much more hot glue on this than on the fireball to get it to the right size, making it heavier. Luckily it didn’t prove to be a problem. The light up circuit is the same as with the fireball. I used an LED strip found at Auto Zone and rewired it to hook it up to a switch and battery. I attached the curcuit to the skeleton and covered it all up with hot glue. I made sure not to cover the switch and left room for the battery compartment.
I actually had to do this ice ball in two parts. See, the lights needed to glow blue, but the light strip I was using had white LED’s, and I couldn’t just paint the outside of the ice ball clear blue, because that wouldn’t look very much like ice. So instead what I did was cover the whole thing with a layer of hot glue and paint that clear blue. Once I was satisfied with how the glow looked, I then proceded to add hot glue on top of that, Not only could you still see the blue from underneath with the lights off, but with them on it looked even more impressive.
As I covered it in glue I made sure to try and make it look like ice. I even gave it icicles dripping down from the head of the ice ball, just to give it that extra bit of realism. After all of the hot glue sculpting was finished, I made sure the wrist mount could fit in the end of it. Then I gave the entire thing a dry brushing with some flat white, to resemble frost. I made the end closest to your hand look the most frosted and kind of had it fade out over the entire thing. And even after that, the lights still looked very cool glowing from within. I was very pleased with how this turned out. I feel it turned out much better than the fireball, and hopefully if anyone ever asks me to make similar prop replicas in the future, I’ll have the full knowledge I need to imrpove upon this and make something even cooler. Get it? I’m sorry.
Sub zero overnight temperatures had left the pond here still completely frozen over as the GA Flirt descended the hill from Brantham to Manningtree.
The Melrose Running Club's Sunday Long Run was 17 miles in sub-zero (-7 warming to -2) temperatures We ran a clover leaf pattern, coming back to the Melrose Knights of Columbus Hall for warm water stops every 3-4 miles
February 14, 2016
Iron Sub-Zero est un mix entre Iron Man / War Machine et Sub Zero.
J'ai eût l'idée de se cosplay / créa perso en juillet 2010, imaginant Sub-Zero prenant un portail vers la Terre et être boosté par Tony Stark.
Il ne s'agit donc pas du Cyber Sub-Zero que MK9 nous dévoilera quelques mois plus tard ;-)
Blue Bolt / Heft-Reihe
> Sub-Zero Man / "Furnaces roar and dynamos hum..."
Script: ?
art: John Daly
Novelty Press / USA 1941
Reprint: Comic-Club NK 2010
ex libris MTP
The sub-zero conditions on 4th January 1979 at the EBV Anna Coal Products complex at Alsdorf near Aachen were wonderful. Here 'Anna N.11' a chunky 0-6-0T built by Krupp (works No.3075) in 1953, undertakes a shunting move adjacent to the DB exchange sidings where 215 122-3 is waiting to move onto a coke train.
© Copyright Gordon Edgar - No unauthorised use.
Iron Sub-Zero est un mix entre Iron Man / War Machine et Sub Zero.
J'ai eût l'idée de se cosplay / créa perso en juillet 2010, imaginant Sub-Zero prenant un portail vers la Terre et être boosté par Tony Stark.
Il ne s'agit donc pas du Cyber Sub-Zero que MK9 nous dévoilera quelques mois plus tard ;-)