Category: Miniature photography
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Standin’ On The Tarmac – Part Four – The Colour Switch
Throwing the colour switch in tabletop photography is a debatable point. Fortunately it is a question that need not be attended to as assiduously in the digital era as it would have been with film. We do not need to fuss with lamps and filters quite so much as before – it can indeed be…
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Standin’ On The Tarmac – Part Three – The Standard Lens
Laugh all you like at the use of the word ” standard “. There are no end of standards in the world for all sorts of things and few people agree on what they should be. But you can put the technical definitions side and just note what cameras were equipped with in the 1940’s…
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Standin’ On The Tarmac – Part Two – The Lowdown
How tall are you? If you can smoke cigars, drink whiskey, and join the army, you are likely to be about 1.5-1.8 metres tall, with your eyes some 120 mm lower down than the top of your head. I realise there are people outside the average and I salute them, but let’s take an example…
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Standin’ On The Tarmac – Part One – The Wrong Stuff
Watchin’ all the birds roll by…dum de dum dum. Should put that to music – might make a good pop song. Standin’ on a scale model tarmac, runway, racetrack, street, or hardstand is the subject of this series of essays. If you are repulsed by mathematics, just look at the pretty pictures. The Little Studio…
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The Play Set
I just figured out why I like my model airfields so much. They are the best play set I’ve ever had. The Louis Marx company play sets that appeared in so many North American Christmas catalogues in the 50’s were wonderful things. You could get Fort Apache, The Alamo, The Army Camp, Cape Canaveral, Cops and…
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A Different Rhythm At The Workbench
What strange creatures we are. When working for a living there were times when I could not get away from my work station fast enough at the end of the day. Now that I’m retired, I can’t wait to get to it. And there are weeks when I seem to work at it as if…
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The Danger To Navigation
I shall call him Bill. Bill The Weatherman. The danger to navigation that they are always speaking about on the News At Ten. I shouldn’t wonder if there wasn’t a file on him down at the Admiralty. You see, Bill wrecks things. Cheerfully, and with great abandon. He does it on a professional basis if…
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The House Of Cards
Or ” How I Learned To Glue My Fingers Together Blindfolded “. I have been engaged in building a card model from a Superquick kit. This is a bus depot that can moonlight as an airplane hangar. The makers even provide spare signage with an aviation theme. The kit is largely die-cut. Most of the…
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Workmates
I seem to have a number of workmates in the Little Workshop. I daresay they have taken shelter there in the winter and become accustomed to the place. How they cope with the soaring temperatures in the summer is another question, but there are cool places in the garden that they could migrate to. None…
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Messerschmitt 109 – Part Three – Suspicions…
I am not a naturally suspicious man, as anyone who has seen me in the police lineups will attest. I am ready to take anyone at face value…as long as I can pronounce them guilty. This benign attitude even extends to looking at pictures of fighter planes and trying to figure out their colour schemes.…
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