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Each Wednesday this summer, Baltimore's premiere movie theater, the Senator, has been showing oldie-but-goodies for one night only, and last night was Jaws. I've only seen the movie once on the big screen, and that was when it premiered in June 1975.
Jaw is the movie that made me afraid of the ocean. It's also the movie that made me want to be a director like the then 27-year-old Steven Spielberg.
Last night, I took my two kids to see Jaws. We sat in the Senator's spacious and well-appointed main theater, surrounded by hundreds of people who came to be scared for the umpteenth time, and a few for the first.
As the final credits rolled, we all applauded, and I was 13 again and filled with the powerful promise of youth. It was a wonderful feeling, for which I am most grateful! :D
As Gunnarr turned to head upstairs, his head still filled with visions of golden Bananas. two men burst in the door of the tavern. "Well, evenin bar keep. You know why were here. Its time to pay up". said a gruff looking fellow with a tattooed chest and heavy mustache. The bar keep shrieked and reached into the til.
Gunnarr turned toward the men "Whoa there" he interrupted. "Mind your business Stranger" said the eye patched fellow who smelled of dead fish now pointing a shiny blade in Gunnarrs direction. Slowly He reached into his belt and prepared to produce a knife of his own, just in case. "Just give us the coin and no one gets hurt" the tattooed pirate growled. "Yeah we'd hate to decorate this fine establishment with your innards" Said his odiferous companion. Gunnarrs reply was indignantly polite "Gentlemen, I'm afraid I can't let you do that."
As the two men turned their attention toward our hooded hero he steadied himself for an inevitable altercation. Just then the booming sounds of laughter filled the air drawing the attention of the three men... "This is about to get interesting." thought Gunnarr for the voices they heard were from the twins. They had decided to thank their new comrade for his assistance by bringing him some snacks for the road. They had seen these known thugs enter the tavern where Gunnarr was staying and they laughed out loud knowing the pain the unsuspecting extortionists were about to endure.
Choose to accept all that comes your way and in it you will find great value. Resist the urge to impose your judgment on the people, places, things and events that surround you, and you'll connect with many more possibilities.
To make the very best of any situation, you must first acknowledge and accept the reality of what it is. That provides you with a valuable starting point from which you can move in any direction you choose. - R.M
I picked up this postcard at the Pasadena City College Swap Meet.
When I was younger, I remember seeing the Three Pigs all the time and I always enjoyed meeting them. Now, they are part of my character holy grail. Hopefully, one day, I'll meet them again.
The back of the cards says:
WHO'S AFRAID?
The Three Little Pigs...safe at last from the Big Bad Wolf, in Disneyland, "the happiest place on earth." Behind them stands Sleeping Beauty Castle, gateway to Fantasyland where "dreams come true."
Angoscia.
All’età di 21anni non sono ancora riuscita ad estinguere la mia paura col buio.
Appena lo vedo arrivare dalla finestra accendo subito la luce o in alternativa la tv, ora che siamo in inverno ancora peggio dato che comincia già verso le 17:00.
Ho così paura che nel buio ci sia qualcosa che voglia farmi del male o spaventarmi, non riesco ancora a tranquillizzarmi anzi; direi totalmente il contrario.
Ogni benedetta sera che devo anche semplicemente andare in bagno mi ritrovo a una corsa contro il tempo, accendo tutte le luci che mi portano ad esso e cerco di non guardare gli specchi che mi terrorizzano.
Casualmente le piastrelle sfumate del bagno assumono sempre volti strani, sfigurati o demoniaci.
Quand’ho finito arriva il peggio..
Chiudere dietro di me le luci e correre finchè non arrivo alla porta della camera da letto, serrarla col cuore che batte all’impazzata e sudori freddi.
Scriverlo a che serve?
Non mi aiuta, non mi consola, non mi rende tranquilla.
Forse sfogarmi un pò.
Ho provato mille volte ad autoconvincermi che è tutto frutto della mia personale suggestione e a ripetermi all’infinito:” Cri, che fai sei scema? Fai ridere, sei grande e ancora ti caghi sotto per il buio”.
Ma tanto sono pratiche tanto inutili quanto stupide a parer mio.
Quando poi sono in camera non è che mi senta ”al sicuro”, tengo comunque la tv accesa impostando il timer in modalità ”autospegnimento”.
(accendo “boing” giusto perchè non mi ritrovo come su “cielo” il programma sui fantasmi di colpo, almeno l’altro è più luminoso e colorato, anche se c’è da dire che non potrei più sopportare il cartone col bambino dal ciuffo ridicolo e biondo. nervi.)
Credo che questa sia una delle mie paure, mi correggo, fobie più grandi che conservo.
Das Sexlebern der Widderfrau
Sie läßt den Mann über ihre Absichten nicht lange im dunkeln, und genau im Dunkeln sind diese Absichten wunderbar. Ihre geheimen sexuellen Phantasien treiben dann leuchtende erotische Wunderblüten, denn auch sie ist durch und durch sinnlich, weiblich und leidenschaftlich. Wenn sie sich hingibt, dann mehr zu ihrem eigenen Vergnügen als zu dem des Mannes.
Sex kann für sie an jedem Ort stattfinden, der sich irgendwie dafür eignet. Der Rücksitz eines Autos tut's ebensogut wie ein Sofa im Büro oder ein Motelzimmer. Wenn es sie gepackt hat, darf man keine Subtilität mehr von ihr erwarten. Noch ehe das Licht gedämpft und die Musik auf romantische Berieselung gestellt ist, liegt der Mann schon flach auf dem Rücken und hat keine Hose mehr an. Sie selbst ist hüllenlos und aktionsbereit. Diese Frau weiß nicht nur, was sie will, sondern auch, wie sie es bekommt. Wenn sie auf jemanden scharf ist, wird er hilflos mitgerissen.
Man muß sie unbedingt mit Festigkeit behandeln, ihrer Aggressivität Schranken setzen, man darf sich nie von ihr herumschubsen lassen. Und wenn man erst einmal am Steuer sitzt, tut man gut daran, ohne Rücksicht auf Verluste loszubrausen.
Ihr Appetit ist gierig, fast animalisch, und sie braucht einen Partner, der ihr gewachsen ist. Wenn die Widderfrau keine ihr genügende sexuelle Befriedigung findet, geht sie ihre eigenen Wege. Der Gatte oder Freund, der ein weniger anstrengendes Leben führen möchte, wird sie immer seltener zu sehen bekommen. Ihre Möglichkeiten, sexuelle Befriedigung zu finden, sind so groß, daß sie sich mit einem faulen Liebhaber nicht weiter abgibt.
Sie ist die treibende Kraft beim Liebesspiel und geht sofort in Führung. Ihr Platz ist "oben", der Mann soll unter ihr liegen, und sie bestimmt den Rhythmus der Bewegungen. Sie will herrschen, und der Weg zum Orgasmus wird von ihr diktiert.
Schreien, Stöhnen, Beißen, Kratzen - damit muß man bei ihr rechnen. Wen Narben nicht kümmern, der lasse der Widderfrau freie Hand. Aber er tut gut daran, vorher die Länge ihrer Fingernägel abzuschätzen. Da der Widderfrau Dinge mit scharfen Rändern gefallen, trägt sie sie gerne lang und spitz zugefeilt. Und wer möchte schon, daß sein Rücken nachher einer Landkarte gleicht.
Eifersucht entsteht bei der Widderfrau eher aus gekränktem Stolz als aus Besitzgefühl. Meistens hat sie kurze, aber intensive Affären, denn im Grunde ist sie ein primitives, eigenwilliges Geschöpf mit animalischem Sextrieb. Sie ist absolut unglücklich, wenn in ihrem Leben kein Mann vorhanden ist, oder wenn sie sich mit ihrem Liebhaber Nummer eins zerstritten hat. Zu Streitigkeiten aber kommt es, wie gesagt, leicht, denn Widderfrauen haben ein ungestümes Temperament und urteilen oft vorschnell. Sie können einen Ehemann oder Liebhaber ziemlich unglücklich machen.
Den Vater ihrer Kinder hingegen sucht sich die Widderfrau sehr sorgfältig aus. Da wird sie sogar einen gutgebauten Lastwagenfahrer oder Gemüsehändler von starkem sexuellem Reiz für einen langweiligen Ingenieur oder Rechtsanwalt aufgeben. Rein zum Miteinanderschlafen dagegen ist sie nicht so wählerisch. Wenn sie in Fahrt kommt, verausgabt sie sich völlig, einfach weil sie Sex so genießt. Sie hat ein gesundes Interesse an ihrem eigenen Vergnügen; darum ist sie für jede Technik empfänglich, die es erhöht. Das Widderzeichen regiert die Leidenschaften, und es gibt fast nichts, was sie im Bann der sexuellen Erregung nicht tun würde.
Schockierendes oder Verbotenes reizt sie besonders. Die Langeweile, die sich bei der aktiven Widderfrau so leicht einstellt, dominiert nirgends so stark wie in ihrem Liebesleben. Das kann sie sogar zu aktivem sexuellem Sadismus treiben. Und das bedeutet Ledergürtel oder Peitsche als Sinnbild der Unterjochung des Männchens. Unter dem clichèhaft bekannten Bild der Frau mit hohen Stiefeln, Lederkleidung und Peitsche verbirgt sich meist eine sexbesessene Widderfrau. Zumindest in ihrer Phantasie zwingt sie den Mann quasi mit der Peitsche zum Cunnilingus. Um sich totale Befriedigung zu verschaffen, will sie den Mann demütigen, während er leer ausgeht. Sie benutzt ihren Körper als Köder, und wenn der Mann reagiert, muß er es büßen. Diese Herrin-Sklave-Beziehung bringt sie von Höhepunkt zu Höhepunkt.
Um ihr Image als begehrenswertes Weib zu steigern, zieht sie sich extrem verführerisch an: Schwarze Spitzenstrumpfhalter und schwarze Strümpfe oder Büstenhalter, die großzügig Wölbungen und Brustwarzen sehen lassen, gehören zu ihrer Intimgarderobe, die ganz darauf abgestellt ist, den Mann vor Begierde zur Verzweiflung zu treiben.
Wenn sie mit einem Mann einen für sie genußvollen Abend oder ein Wochenende verbracht hat, wird sie den Glücklichen wieder einladen. Aber er muß sich dann schon etwas Neues und Ausgefallenes einfallen lassen. Sonst verliert er die interessanteste Bettgenossin aller Tierkreiszeichen.
HOW DO THEY KNOW THIS?!?! Uhm lol?! <- is afraid lol
pic taken by |Lilly| my bestie <333
don't be afraid/ ne soyez pas effrayés
Serie... See the world
Olympus OMD + Voigtlander Nokton 50 1.1
Are you the one who has always fear, who is always afraid walking down the basement stairs, are you the victim or.....
... to be continued.
Rock Generations
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Ruxe Ruxe in Concert at Bobber Café in Bertamiráns
Ruxe Ruxe en concerto no Bobber Café en Bertamiráns.
Some Music?
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The Buddhist gesture abhaya mudra is a gesture of fearlessness or reassurance. I wasn't actually seeking to illustrate Buddhist symbols when I made this photo. I was really trying out two new 32" optical white umbrellas matched up with twin LumoPro LP 180 manual flashes. This was probably an appropriate subject, as I was needing some reassurance about weaning myself off E-TTL flash.
A Dissection of the Mutation of Fear and the Afraid
Two 5" x 7", mixed media on watercolor cold press
From my ongoing "Quarterlife" collection. "Quarterlife" explores themes and queries such as: where is and what makes a home, wanderlust versus the desire to nest, paradoxical paralysis, feeling lost or stuck, nostalgia for the past, fear of the future, grappling with the reality of human mortality, uncertainty and doubt of once held convictions, the search for a sense of purpose/meaning, and other common characteristics of the quarter-life crisis.
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Afraid
Grand Central Publishing, April 2009
370 pages
Cover art and design by Dale Fiorello
From inside:
Fran screamed.
She thought of her son. She thought of his teenage years, just around the corner, which he'd have to face without any parents if she died.
Fran couldn't let that happen.
Reaching behind her, she felt along the shelves, her hands clasping around a five-pound can of tomato paste. The flashlight came on again, less than five feet away from her. Fran threw the can as hard as she could. She didn't wait to find out if she'd hit the killer. She was already running away from him, climbing on the deck, seeking out the window to the alley.
Her fingers met cool glass. She found the latch, tried to turn it.
Painted over. Wouldn't budge.
Frantic, she reached around, found the phone and cracked it hard against the window.
Glass shattered. The window was small, and shards jutted from the pane, but Fran forced her upper body into the hole. Her hair snagged, but she pushed forward as glass cut her palms and elbows. Then her hands touched the brick on the outside of the building, and she was dragging her hips out, thinking that she'd actually made it, and her fear transformed into a crazy, almost hysterical sense of relief.
That's when the killer grabbed her ankle.
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Acquired: 2009-05-11
Started: 2009-05-31
Finished: 2009-06-07
A helicopter crashes in the isolated, small town of Safe Haven, Wisconsin and releases a group of psychopathic soldiers who start torturing and killing everyone in town in order to gain the information they need to accomplish their mission. The sheriff, a firefighter, and a waitress manage to escape the initial attacks and must find a way to stop the intruders.
Afraid is a decent thriller with non-stop action, but I didn't feel like it brought anything new to the genre. It reminded me a lot of Dean Koontz books with the heroes tragic pasts, and a heroic dog who helps save the day on a number of occasions. It does have a lot more explicit violence and gore than a Koontz book though, a lot of which seemed to be there just for the sake of having some gore. It is also a quite cynical book, which requires buying into the idea that the government is totally corrupt and evil at many levels, and has been for a long time, which is a trendy meme but still seems a little over the top. Fans of horror thrillers will probably enjoy this book, but I found it just average.
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Here is the collective poem written by the students:
For my people everywhere
Where women are wearing hijab
And men are growing beards
Where you only want to pray in mosques
Instead of being afraid of bombs
For you who have been misunderstood
Because of 1% of wrong events and dangerous incidents
You’re my Muslim people
For my people,
Women who are struggling every single minute
Fighting to reach a dream
That others never believe the other sex should think about
For my people and all the girls
Be great women
And put your finger print on this large world
Be dangerous, be strong, and make the life with colors
Let the world shine
For the young
Stand up and make your decision
Give chance, peace, and be stars
Give and take
For my people
The future
The brightest light that never came
The hope of many amazing humans out there
For my people spending nights and days
In a world of disappointment
The whole universe counts on you
Wherever you are, wherever you go!
For my people who have been blamed
For crimes you didn’t commit
You great people who stand for your rights
For my people, my castle, my crown
My jewel, my pearl
You are the ditties I want to dance to
You are the saver who patches empty
Holes in my life
If you can only have an opportunity
I would stand up, take off my hat,
And clap my hands
For my mother
For my people
For the hopeful who pretend that the past isn’t real
Cuz it brings back how they used to feel
Thank you for the dream, for the hope
We shall make it like a strong, endless rope
For my people everywhere
Laying and waiting for hope
If you do not die for it
Do not cry if you don’t get it
For you my achievers
For my people everywhere,
Losing hope and crying without stop
Life is not a bed of roses
No pain, no gain
Life is either a daring adventure or nothing
Wake up, go ahead, try hard, figure new things out
Never stay down!
For my people
To the only man in my life
I never had the chance to know you
But I hope that you are proud of me
I am proud to be your daughter
For the one who struggled
Because of me
The one who despised his life
Because of me
The one who never reaped from
The struggle to make me a person
Hoping you are happy
For the success you
Saw me achieve
Miss you and rest in peace
For my daddy
For the one who raised me
Who made me a man
For you who spent nights and heights just to
Make sure I’m ok
I’ll never let you down
You taught me how to be a better man
For my people
Never despair and go through
Reach your dreams until you grow
Be in the American Corner
Talk to Delia who inspired you
Discover yourself without any lies
Draw lines of your life behind you
Be optimistic wherever you go
Keep smiling and let your mind blow
Love everyone, never hate
Be fast and don’t wait
For my people, my source of inspiration
My shooting star, my comedy movie
Your hair is shining like a diamond
You should be an angel, a noble queen
An iris flower
Preikestolen, better known as Pulpit Rock in English, is a mountain cliff located in Lysefjord, Norway.
From the edge and down there is nothing but air for a good 600 meters.
Strolling through the Market I spotted this little blast of colour on the cobbles and there was this beautiful butterfly soaking up the suns rays of a chilly November day! Having taken the shot and afraid that he might be trod upon I bent down to pick him up to put him on a nearby bush but off he flew as lively as on a summers day!
+++ DISCLAIMER +++
Nothing you see here is real, even though the conversion or the presented background story might be based on historical facts. BEWARE!
Some background:
The 80th Pursuit Group (Interceptor) was constituted on 13 January 1942 and activated on February 1942. It was redesignated as the 80th Fighter Group in May 1942. During World War II, the group was the first USAAF unit to be stationed in Burma after the Allied retreat in 1942. During its two years in combat, this group, which called itself the Burma Banshees, kept the supply lines open to China while clearing the way for Allied forces and US Army units such as Merrill's Marauders to sweep Japanese forces from northern Burma.
The 80th trained for combat and served as part of the defense force for the northeastern United States from, 1942–1943. Its flying squadrons were the 88th, 89th, and 90th Pursuit (later Fighter) Squadrons, later augmented by the 459th Fighter Squadron.
The 80th sailed for India, via Brazil, the Cape of Good Hope, and Ceylon, in May 1943, commencing combat operations in the China-Burma-India theater in September 1943. The group supported Allied ground forces during the battle for northern Burma and the push southward to Rangoon, bombing and strafing troop concentrations, supply dumps, lines of communication, artillery positions, and other objectives.
Initial flying material consisted mainly of the P-40 and a few P-38 fighters. Using modified, so-called “B-40 fighter” bombers (P-40s fitted with a single 1,000-pound bomb), the 80th FG attacked Japanese-held bridges, sometimes demolishing their target with a single bomb. The 80th was assigned the defense of the Indian terminus of the Hump route, which it carried out by striking Japanese airfields and patrolling Allied air bases to safeguard them from attack. The 80th received a Distinguished Unit Citation for intercepting a formation of Japanese aircraft, preventing the destruction of a large oil refinery in Assam, India, on 27 March 1944. During this engagement, they shot down 18 enemy machines without losing any of their own.
After the capture of Myitkyina and the nearby airfield on May 17, 1944, parts of the 80th Fighter Group relocated to this location. During the heavy fighting around Kohima and Imphal, the British troops deployed there requested air support and the 80th Fighter Group was able to successfully thwart the Japanese advance. In the further course of the operations in Burma, the pilots of the 80th Fighter Group destroyed more than 200 bridges held by the Japanese and shot down around 80 Japanese planes.
Though its primary mission in Burma was the protection of the "Hump" cargo route, the group also played an important role in reopening the Ledo/Burma Road.
From mid-1944 onwards, the P-40s were supplemented and gradually replaced with the new, much more potent P-47 Thunderbolt. With their heavier machine gun armament (eight instead of six 0.5” machine guns) and a much higher ordnance load of up to 2,500 lb (1,100 kg) of bombs, unguided rockets and M10 “Bazooka” launchers, this new aircraft type proved to be very effective.
The Republic P-47 Thunderbolt was a World War II-era fighter aircraft produced by the American aerospace company Republic Aviation from 1941 through 1945. When fully loaded, the P-47 weighed up to eight tons, making it one of the heaviest fighters of the war. The Thunderbolt was effective as a short-to medium-range escort fighter in high-altitude air-to-air combat and ground attack in both the European and Pacific theaters. The P-47 was designed around the powerful Pratt & Whitney R-2800 Double Wasp 18-cylinder radial engine, which also powered two U.S. Navy/U.S. Marine Corps fighters, the Grumman F6F Hellcat and the Vought F4U Corsair. The P-47 became one of the main United States Army Air Forces (USAAF) fighters of World War II and also served with other Allied air forces, including those of France, the United Kingdom, and the Soviet Union. Mexican and Brazilian squadrons fighting alongside the USAAF also flew the P-47. The Thunderbolt’s armored cockpit was relatively roomy and comfortable. Nicknamed the "Jug" owing to its appearance if stood on its nose, the P-47 was noted for its firepower, as well as its ability to resist battle damage and remain airworthy.
From October 1944 the operations of the 80th Fighter Group in Northern Burma concentrated on the destruction of the routes of the Burma Railway. Operations with army support (operating as "cab ranks" to be called in when needed) were very successful, with attacks on enemy airfields and lines of communication, and the aircraft flew a number escort sorties. An 80th FG squadron could finally be relocated to Shingbwiyang and was thus in the immediate vicinity of Ledo Street, which was under construction. The squadron flew many sorties against advancing Japanese forces and was instrumental in the capture of Myitkyina. Napalm bombs, a new weapon and initially improvised from drop tanks with makeshift fins, were also used with devastating effect, but some of them very close to the company's own lines.
By the end of the war, the group had destroyed more than 200 bridges and killed scores of bridge repair crews. Air-to-air and air-to-ground sweeps by the group's pilots claimed 80 enemy planes destroyed in the air or on the ground. The 80th Fighter Group was withdrawn from combat in May 1945 and inactivated in November.
General characteristics:
Crew: 1
Length: 36 ft 1.75 in (11.02 m)
Wingspan: 40 ft 9 5/16 in (12.429 m)
Height: 14 ft 8 1/16 in (4.472 m)
Airfoil: Seversky S-3
Empty weight: 10,000 lb (4,536 kg)
Max takeoff weight: 17,500 lb (7,938 kg)
Powerplant:
1 × Pratt & Whitney R-2800-59 18-cylinder air-cooled radial piston engine, 2,000 hp (1,500 kW),
driving a 4-bladed Curtiss Electric C542S constant-speed propeller, 13 ft (4.0 m) diameter
Performance:
Maximum speed: 426 mph (686 km/h, 370 kn) at 30,000 ft (9,100 m)
Range: 1,030 mi (1,660 km, 900 nmi)
Service ceiling: 42,000 ft (13,000 m)
Armament:
8x 0.5” caliber (12.7 mm) M2 Browning machine guns (3.400 rounds)
Up to 2,500 lb (1,100 kg) of bombs, drop tanks and/or up to ten 5” (130 mm) unguided rockets
The kit and its assembly:
This is a very modest what-if model – just a fictional livery on a stock model, and part of the ongoing plan to “build down” The Stash™ of kits during the ongoing Corona lockdown. The idea behind it was spawned by a number of decals for P-40s for the 80th FG I found in my scrap box, which all carried spectacular skull markings on their noses. I wondered if and how these could be adapted to another aircraft type – and the P-47 lent itself for this project due to its sheer “canvas” size, despite having a radial engine, and being the natural successor of the P-40 in USAAF service.
From that I spun the idea further and settled for an early Razorback P-47D, in the form of the very nice Academy kit. The kit was basically built OOB, it went together nicely without major fights – a trait that I really like about most Academy kits. The only true weak spot of the P-47 is the flaps’ undersides: they are pretty thick/massive, so that there are shallow sinkholes. These are easy to fill, though, even though I ignored this flaw and rather lowered the flaps, a mod that’s pretty easy to do.
An addition is a scratched D/F loop antenna on a streamlined socket behind the cockpit, a typical feature of P-47s operated in the BMI theatre. The loop was created with thin wire, the socket is a piece of sprue, integrated into the spine with some putty. As a late-production Razorback Thunderbolt I gave the aircraft a Curtiss Electric paddle-bladed propeller, which the Academy kit offers as an optional piece.
The ordnance was also taken from the kit: a pair of Bazooka triple launchers for ground attack duties and a drop tank under the fuselage.
Painting and markings:
A simple affair: as an early P-47, I gave the aircraft the standard USAAF livery of olive drab and neutral grey. I used Tamiya XF-62, IMHO the best interpretation of the tone, and ModelMaster 1740, actually FS 36231 instead of FS 36173, but the Dark Gull Grey is a bit lighter than Neutral Grey and looks IMHO better on the 1:72 scale model. AFAIK, no P-47 carried the earlier mid-green blotches on the wings anymore. The cockpit was painted in Interior Green, while the landing gear wells became zinc chromate yellow, very traditional.
The individual aircraft markings were more spectacular and also challenging. The real eye-catcher is pair of 80th FG skulls on the cowling flanks, even though these had to be completed with paint since they come from a Hobby Boss P-40N and feature empty sections for the exhaust stubs. The empty eye sockets had to be added manually, too, and since there was now a lot of white, I added – after consulting pictures of 80th FG P-40s - thin black lines to the skull with a felt tip pen. A real improvement, and it’s even authentic!
Furthermore, I added 1st Air Commando Group markings in the form of five white diagonal stripes around the rear fuselage. This group operated in the BMI area, e.g. P-51s, B-25s and even P-47s, but the 80th FG was not part of it. Nevertheless, the stripes suit the Razorback very well, and they were created with generic 2mm decal stripes from TL Modellbau. Each stripe had to be applied and trimmed individually, not an easy task on the conical tail with its concave and convex surface. The result is not perfect, but I am fine with it, and it looks very cool.
Pictures of early USAAF P-47s in the BMI are hard to find, but what I found suggests that Allied machines wore single bands on wings and tail surfaces as additional ID markings from 1943 on, much like the P-47s over Europe. On later NMF aircraft, these were dark blue (on both USAAF and RAF aircraft), and I was lucky to have a complete set of white P-47 markings left over from an Xtradecal set for SEAC RAF Thunderbolts, which comes with pre-cut bands in white and blue, very convenient! On the downside, the white fuselage stripes dramatically revealed that the P-47’s OOB decals, esp. the Stars and Bars, lacked opacity, so that I had to add some white paint manually to hide the resulting mess.
Typical unit markings of the 89th FS are a red spinner, and since the P-47 has only a small one, I added a thin red frame around the cowling, as carried by later real-world 89th FS P-47s, which were left in bare metal, though. As a gimmick I painted the wheel hubs in red, too. As a personal marking of the pilot I christened the aircraft “The Big Fella”, taken from an Irish pre-WWII armored car, and I added some air victory markings.
As usual, the kit received a black ink washing overall and some post panel shading with Revell 42 and 46 on the upper surfaces and ModelMaster 2105 (Dark French Blue Gray) underneath for visual drama and weathering. Some light soot stains around the gun muzzled were created with graphite, oil stains under the fuselage with Tamiya “Smoke”.
While this was not a complex build and even the livery is pretty close to real world standards, I like the outcome and how the skull markings stand out on the huge P-47. The array of fuselage stripes are an interesting visual extra, even though I was afraid that they were, together with the white ID stripes on the wings, a bit too much. The red highlights are an interesting contrast, too, and IMHO the whole decoration works fine. Everything fictional, but plausible and believable.
Ahhhhw *-* finally arrived new wig and eyes! I'm so happy, now she is almost perfect...
Shoes, wig and eyes from LeekeWorld <3
Just one pic from my stay at Hawaii visiting my brother. I can't remember how many steps this was to the top, but it was alot. I was afraid I was gonna trip and fall backwards all the way down the steps when we got towards the top, but i'm alive! This used to be some type of mine, and these were railroad like tracks that they used to get things up and down this beast.
I have a ton of photos to upload, but i don't want to rely on editing any more with my laptop. The color reproduction on my screen makes everything look blue, it's pretty awesome..
"Always do what you are afraid to do."- Ralph Waldo Emerson
I hesitated uploading this photo at first, because a lot of people I know look at my flickr and I feel sort of "exposed" and think that people will judge me for that. but I took a giant leap outside my comfort zone and normal photo style on this and I personally like the artistic way it came out, so- here it is.
Sidenote: The countdown to my husband coming home has started! Yay!!!
MÁV 44 or "Silver Arrow" or "Kádár-train" was a hungarian governmental train from 1968 by Rába and Ganz factories. It was built because the communist dictator Kádár was afraid of airplanes. It was the only train in Europe which was built for this kind of purpose. Many state officials, communist party leaders have travelled on it, e. g. Brezhnev, Kim Il-Sung or Queen Juliana of the Netherlands.
The whole chassis has been given extra strengthening and window panes were thickers as usual. The design of the interieur reflects the '60s and '70s of course. It contains a few sleeping, dining, meeting and shower rooms, rooms for listening to radio, kitchens.
It is very well soundproofed, you can't hear the sounds of the two Ganz 13 VFE diesel engines nor the background noises or air-conditioners (it was the first air-conditioned vehicle of the hungarian state railways, MÁV).
It has closed telephone network, transceivers, speakerphones.
It's range on a tank is 1200-1300kms, max. speed 120km/h.
They made a separate locomotor in the same design in 1970. It was alwasy running 10 minutes ahead of the Silver Arrow to check and secure the secret route. The staff was never know when or where they had to appear to serve. The train was always alone on its line, no other vehicle was allowed to use the same line at the same time. Rail crossings and overpasses were closed, and the line was controled by machine gun guards - they were stand 500m from each other. The train was consorted by a helicopter sometimes.
Some of the reached destinations in its active years: Wien, Berlin, Prague, Varsaw, Bucharest. It couldn't reach Moscow because of the different standard of the railway track used by the Sovietunion.