
Outside the Chazen Museum
Mother and Child, although nude, would be warm enough on this fine day.
If you have to ask why, this is probably not the blog for you.


By the Shores of Beautiful Lake Monona
A flock of ducks on the lake ice caught my eye, so I risked crossing Monona Drive on foot (note: Don't do it!) to snap a photo of them but they all flew away as I approached. Not stealthy enough, I guess.
This stump looked rather photogenic, though, so I thought I'd try it out.


Tinkering together a track plan ... in 3-D!
The bench has been ready for months but I've been putting off laying down the track because, well ... because I'm a scaredy-cat, that's why.
I suck at track planning. I'd much rather just piece a loop together and watch the trains go round. And that's all I've done to date.
But I found that John Armstrong track plan -- see it? Way back there in the upper left? -- in a July 1954 issue of Model Railroader last night and a light went on over my head. I could almost see the room get brighter.
So tonight I found as many of the storage boxes as I could that were stuffed with the collected model railroading track and rolling stock of many years. Many, many years. Some of this stuff hasn't been trotted out since 1989.

A once-proud livery, reduced to this ...
The rolling stock of my tiny railroad empire finally sees the light of day.
Well, not daylight, precisely; the light over my workbench will have to do for now.
Some of the hardier models seem to be intact, but a few have seen better times. To the right, the smooth-side sleeper in Milwaukee colors and the overturned Pennsy coach have both lost their wheelsets at a bad turn somewhere.
This will take a bit of work ...

Where Once There Was Snow
Two weeks ago we had lots of snow and temps in the twenties. I snapped a picture so I could remember what it was like, knowing it was a sure bet that it'd all be gone soon and we'd have anything but a white Christmas. I don't miss the sub-freezing temps, but these snowless weeks leading up to Christmas exacerbate my chronic grumpiness. Ho-ho-ho.