Thursday, December 5, 2024

By The Wayside Part II (aka: Silent But Deadly)

Ralph's Army Surplus carried an assortment of martial art Melee type weaponry. All of it in demand accoutrement immediately after first ever viewing in the latest James Bond film adventure:

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007 - "You Only Live Twice (1967)

Fighting knives, throwing knives, daggers, nunchucks, fighting and throwing axes, swords. Supplement those with some home made clubs, bo staffs (everyone's grandmother's bamboo clothesline props all the sudden became missing) and such, and most guys soon had amassed a bit lethal private arsenal. The parents overlooked the knives, axes and such. Everybody had a jack-knife, hunting knife and camping axe purchased by dad, anyway. The parents all drew the line with the purchase of a sword, however ("No - you're not gettin' no !!##!! sword - don't ask!")

So we were all soon  equipped ninja-style. Silent but deadly. Defensive. None of that stuff was ever used one against the other. Heated arguments and disputes were still settled hand-to-hand. Any minor injuries were usually the result of guys attempting to display their prowess with the various implements - mainly (usually hilarious) attempts to twirl about nunchucks or home made bolas a'la Bruce Lee. Bo staff matches ended after the first good misdirected and unintentional whack to a combatant's knuckles.

Now'days we wouldn't have gotten a foot beyond the middle school perimeter concealed carrying that stuff before the local S.W.A.T unit was dispatched. Conversely, woe to any intended disrupter infiltrating the premises back then - he'd have been met with a barrage of razor-point shuriken throwing stars. And if hunting season there were potentially a few shotguns safely stored upright* in the corner of the cloak room along with the coats, hats and galoshes.

*Unloaded. Shells pocketed in the hunting jacket

Wednesday, December 4, 2024

By The Wayside

A few mornings back, as routine early every morning, we tuned into the local television news to get a check of the days weather. Shortly after being primed to the headline murders, robberies, beatings, fires, storms and other such tragic delight, first report from the lighter side informed of the intended closing of Ralph's Army Surplus, located just outside Pittsburgh in Monroeville, PA. Ralphs had been at that location since opening sometime in the late 1950's.

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Throughout the '60's and maybe into the mid '80's, Ralphs had a heck of an inventory of military surplus, as the name implies. Subsequent years the actual surplus became a bit lean and the shelves stocked a bit more retail ware.

Back in the day, the ol' pop would take us, along with a good buddy or two, on an occasional, and eagerly anticipated, trip down to the big city to check out Ralphs. Over time, after maybe a half dozen visits, we had accumulated quite a bit of gear... an old army-issue canvas pup tent, which was used primarily for summertime Saturday night back yard bivouacs with the buddies - "Don't poke the roof of the tent with your finger when raining and wet or it will leak!" - that theory was always not believed but subsequently learned by all by actual field test... genuine fabric (no synthetics) sleeping bags, external frame backpacks, utility belts... metal (no plastic) canteens, mess kits, utensils. We still have a bit of that stuff up in the attic. 

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Our most functional purchase was in '75. Ralphs sold inflatable rubber life rafts. Don't know if they were surplus issue or some manufacturer brand. All but the floor material was (we suspect) waterproof canvas-coated neoprene. The display model hung from the ceiling like a beacon as you entered thru the front door. The boat was the exact same model as the boat used on our first several trips running the lower Yough river whitewater rapids below Ohiopyle SP. That boat was borrowed by a friend from his uncle, who routinely had "shot the Yough" since the late '60's. Just a few trips that first summer and unfortunately we ripped the entire floor out of the boat while hung up on Rivers End Rapid's 'Snaggletooth Rock'. Our buddy was subsequently a bit reluctant in returning the boat we had destroyed, fearing his uncles wrath. The floor had also been hand inked by his uncle, illustrating a pretty nice river map showing all the obstacle rapids, which further raised his dread. I recall a year later seeing the boat still rolled up in the trunk of his car. To this day don't know if he ever returned the boat to his uncle or not. Regardless, now we needed a boat of our own, so we picked one up at Ralphs. Think it may have been one hundred bucks cost.

Not the performance of an actual river raft of the times like we saw the commercial outfitters using. No self bailing floor - those were maybe ten years down the road. Flat bottom hull - no rockered bow/stern. Nor cross tubes. We cut those useless "seats" as shown in the photo off. Was a basic rescue life raft as labeled. A bit slow to maneuver for turning. And man the bailers after any rapid bigger than class II. We had pretty much a four-man crew - Vince, Tommy, Ronnie, Woo - occasionally rotating amongst others when needed. Tommy had worked a previous summer as a rafting guide for one of the local outfitters, so the first  few trips we had a bit of direction - but screwin' up was the most fun. 

We soon developed a standard pattern. We always drove up the night before launching and stored an iced cooler full of "provisions" in the woods at varying select down river locations near the end of the rapids, usually 'Stewarton Landing' or along the opposite side of the river which was then a railway, but drivable (later to be the current bike trail). It was a thirsty five mile float beyond the designated outfitters takeout, then located at the mouth of Indian Creek valley. That takeout was later relocated further upriver to the current Bruner Run takeout. Indian Creek involved crossing railroad property below a stone trestle carrying a high speed rail line. The move also kept the takeout within state park boundary. Every once in a while we'd encounter a bit anal commercial guide who viewed our boat with disdain, and who thought that he was there to police the river (and had nothing to do with us) who'd comment on our cold Budweisers - "You're not allowed beer on the river!" -  to the reply - "F*k you!" - and would really get worked when we'd bypass the takeout as we continued our journey toward home in downriver Connellsville five mile beyond, shouting "You gotta' take out here!..You gotta take out here!"....... "F*k you"

That boat took a beatin' for around five years, both lower Yough river runnin' and bottom Yough beer trips, before we upgraded to a real whitewater raft around '80. The park service eventually built an official boat launch complete with check-in booth manned by staff tasked with policing your boat and gear. They probably wouldn't have let that boat on the river, anyway. It finally met demise at the local gas station after accidentally being over-inflated at the outside air pump. The guys inside the station said that it sounded like a truck hit the building after a seam exploded.
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Got us thinkin' about other local gear shops that used ta' be....

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Exkursion Outfitters - Just up the street from Ralphs. Beyond mail order, Excursion had just about any piece of gear ya'd need for climbing or backpacking. And owner Fred Gunther was an expert and competent real climber with practical experience with just about all of it. He'd even actually climbed a real mountain or two with snow on top! Still have the first pair of (long worn out) EB rock shoes we picked up off Fred.

Avalanche Outdoors - Was up along Rt.31 in Jones Mills. First place we ever actually saw real climbing gear in a shop. Also sold issues of 'Climbing Magazine'. Picked up our first rope there  - a 150ft, 11mm Bluewater dynamic rope. Still have it.

Herman Sporting Goods - Was located at Westmoreland Mall in Greensburg. No climbing gear but always had an assortment of cross country/nordic skis, boots and gear on hand. Sold a decent Rossignol or Trek nordic ski package - skis/bindings/boots/poles - for $99. You'd quickly split the bamboo poles and have to upgrade. Still have the several pairs of skis we purchased. Also still have an original 'Snurfer', a forerunner to modern snowboards, in the basement. Used to ride that thing a lot on the local hills or up at the Sugarloaf Knob toboggan hill at Ohiopyle SP. Snowboards appeared on the scene shortly thereafter. We never really got into 'em because for a few years initially they weren't allowed at the commercial ski hills and it was easier just jumpin' on the Snurfer in between repeated slogs up long snowy hills.

Pulled from the cobwebs - The 'Snurfer' - top and bottom view. Had a metal bottom fin.
That thing was fun to ride. Wish we'd had stuck with it and upgraded to an actual snowboard.

Outdoors Unlimited - Uniontown. They had some limited climbing gear. Mostly a bit of stuff for rappelling - carabiners, figure eight's, rappel racks. For the most part was a ski shop. Big into snowboards when they first came out.

Laurel Mountain Outfitters - Over in Ligonier at the base of the Rt 30 summit. Similar to Exkursion. Carried quite a bit of nordic ski gear. Also provided lessons. We would always see 'em out back of the shop showin' people how to kick 'n glide if snow on the ground. Would run into owner RK Meyers occasionally climbing at Derry High Rocks as well as Seneca a few times. Ran into 'em one evening at (Fairchance) White Rocks showin' iconic climber Henry Barber, who was a Chouinard Equipment rep at the time, around the place.

The Mountaineer Supply Company - Up along Rt 31 in Donegal, just up the road from the old Avalanche store. Rock/ice climber and boulderer Tim Anderson's old shop. Anyone familiar with most of the posts and videos herein should be familiar with Tim. Carried the most current gear or could get ya' whatever ya' needed. Was also a fun place to hang out. Tim was the main protagonist for most of the new local rock and ice climbing development from late '90's through late. 

Rob Goodman's cousin Mark ran a small shop out of his house, fronting Rt 982 in Youngstown, PA, in the early '80's, selling climbing and camping gear and clothing. Don't recall the name of the place. Is through a climbing trip with Mark that we eventually got connected with Rob. There was another shop for a time in Mt. Pleasant, early 2000's. Don't recall the name of that place or the owner, who was a friend of Tim. Think that Tim mentioned once that he helped the guy get the shop started. May be wrong.

Edenbos (Connellsville) and Bergey's Archery (Vanderbilt) - Both specialized hunting, gun and archery shops. No climbing/skiing/backpacking stuff. Edenbos was a time machine. All the old timers from as far back as the '30's hung out there, including ol' pop. A young kid could overhear some pretty fascinating tales of hunting, fishing and such if he kept his ears open while browsing the place. Bergeys was specialized archery. Was there one day purchasing a new bow. Was out back at the range waiting for Bergey himself to measure another guys draw while fitting him for a new compound bow. Bergey had a long, blunt wooden arrow shaft that he had marked off in inch increments for measuring draw length. The guy had that measure arrow pulled to full draw. Bergey had his own hand near the end of the arrow shaft verifying the length. Bergey said something that the guy must have misunderstood, who then released the arrow. The shaft immediately splinters, with the rear half going right thru Bergey's hand. We helped him pull the shaft out. Was bleeding pretty good. Bergey's only comment was "That is why ya' only shoot aluminum arrows out of a compound bow - never wooden!". We're figuring that he soon notched an aluminum shaft in increments as well.

Sunday, December 1, 2024

Route 130 Boulders

Up until near the end of the last millennia east coast "mountain climbing" was virtually unknown. You could still search the backwoods and find secret and untouched small cliffs and large boulders and develop them with just you and your friends. Most distanced beyond the beaten path and usually of little interest to anyone but the most ardent of local hunters and hill walkers. Even those guys were few and far between. Other than along roadside pullouts or trailhead parking, or along the numerous four wheeler trails, we can't recall ever encountering anyone more than several hundred feet beyond the "road". And even then it was the same guys from the times before. It was total freedom. That doesn't mean that there weren't near roadside attractions. 

Was recently in the neighborhood so thought that we would drop by a "just off the road" area we hadn't visited since probably the late '80's...

The Route 130 Boulders

Singular form 'Boulder', actually, since the main attraction is a pretty large (not so picturesque) isolated sandstone block. The limited surrounding protuberance isn't much to speak of as far as boulder climbing is concerned. Never touched it.

Was introduced to the place by our good climbing buddy, Rob Goodman. Probably around '82. Was actually his "secret local training spot" since around '77. Maybe a fifteen minute drive from his house. 

A bit of a "highball" - particularly sans 'crash pads, which, at the time, were still maybe twenty years down the road. 

A main attraction steep eastern face. Other than a short vertical crack, there was no definitive routes of note that we can recall. You could work eliminates and traverses 'till the digits barked. For practice and an added workout we would occasionally carry (unroped) a lean rack of small wires and stoppers with the intent of developing some "hang time" endurance fiddlin' with 'em in all those thin horizontal cracks (a valuable and usually necessary skill when frequenting WVA's steep Seneca Rocks).

Not a spot we'd travel much distance to visit but if in our back yard we'd have been a regular. 

As told to us (and assuming that the facts are correct)... In recent years the area was re-discovered and became frequented by a small influx of local climbers new to the now popular "sport". In keeping with the times the outcrop had additionally sprung up as a local SWPA climbing resource on an on-line rock climbing database.

The rock is situated on property owned by the local sect of a particular devout persuasion. Routinely engaged en masse, the new activity garnered the attention and ensuing wrath of an individual (who could that be?) who subsequently notified the presiding cleric of individuals frequenting the property for vile and heathen pursuit outside that of the sects virtuous doctrine. Shortly thereafter the site was posted as closed to all access (see first image above - first tree photo left). The area was additionally removed from the on-line resource. 

We're not advocating that anyone visit this place - that would now be considered trespassing. Posted only as a historical reference.

Sunday, November 10, 2024

Take The High Way II (aka: Under Western Skies)

 We took a return exploratory trip up to check out the recent timber workings along the old power line:

The clearcutting added a bit of "western sky" character to the immediate area, with some nice westward panorama. That cliff band noticeable along the skyline (photo right) is the 'Foley's Wall' outcrop with relevance to rock climbing

Connect with the old power line trail

If ya' look about ya' may find an old remnant power pole and insulator or two

The once excellent trail followed a bit narrow saddleback ridgecrest. The westerly-facing slope of the ridge drops off steeply for about 800ft, flanking the Yough River valley. For about a mile and a half ya' had a pretty nice overlooking view of the river valley and opposite flanking "Great Allegheny Anticline", as we've always heard it termed here locally. No idea where or how that originated. The trail rolled and dropped in elevation for the distance back down into the "saddle gap" hollow. The northern crest is composed of a jumble of large sandstone boulders forming the "light side and dark side" bouldering field simply termed 'The Ridge', with relevance to rock climbing.

We came across this contraption while out and about. We're guessing it's some type of bat protecting or capture device capping an old abandoned mine air vent. The entire area is underlain by the large 'Casparis' limestone tunnel mine. The steel box was completely welded shut (some nice welds). The interior floor was steel grate similar to the exterior walls. Below the floor was an open hole dropping off into darkness.... ???

May find some unique fossils as well if ya' keep your eyes open. Here's an excellent Sigillaria bark from around 300 million years ago. Found last Friday. Cool stuff.

Did a return, solely MTB, trip on Saturday:

Some beaver activity up at the pond

Dug our boy 'Brother Howie' out of the mothballs for this trip...

... he's still out crankin' the long steeps...

... and short steep technicals... good work!

Our prerequisite for a classic MTB trail - gotta' be a loop, first half steep to ridgrtop rolling to long downhill return. More technical the better. Six miles +. Average distance speed 3 to 6mph. Chance of drawing some blood 100%.

Friday, November 1, 2024

Take The High Way

 Recently broke out the fat tires after about a year hiatus.

Hadn't been up along the ridge since last winter. Right off the bat we discovered that they forever ruined a once great long, steep technical hill climb. Don't know the why or reason behind this "improvement". The millennial highway. Take the money and run we guess: 

Approximately one-half mile, 400ft relief. Was always a great right-off-the-bat warm up to the miles of ridgeline and hollows beyond. Always varying conditions depending upon the measure of seasonal weathering combined with the off-road traffic spaced between sporadic bouts of light maintenance. Top climb rate back in the day, level bottom to level top, (unofficially) clocked at eight minutes. Personal best was eleven minutes.

The timber company did us a big favor, however. Put in a nice MTB spur off the main line coincidental to performing some upkeep on a heavy storm and strong wind damaged ridge line occurrence from a year back. We'd have been all over that steep hill climb thirty-five years ago - battling it out with the 'Good-man', Strongman Matt and Brother Howie to claim first climb of that thing.

Includes a very nice and very steep downhill drop ta' boot.

Needs a bit of trail maintenance as it proceeds out along the ridge.

High road.

Low Road.

Nice view out across the hollow along the way - especially this time of year. Maybe a bit over a mile total over the ridge top.

Eventually ties into the south end of the long ago abandoned but once favorite "Old Powerline Trail". This trail was closed off sometime in the mid '90's by the property owner because of constant abuse by four wheelers and a few incidents of trash dumping.

Late afternoon viewing the ridgeline from back along the main road.

Tuesday, October 22, 2024

In Amundsen's Tent (Halloween Fun)

Here's a pretty good recitation of author John Martin Leahy's short read 'In Amundsen's Tent'. Produced and narrated by Ian Gordon for YouTube channel 'HorrorBabble':

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Precursor to H.P. Lovecraft's 'At The Mountains Of  Madness' (1931) and John Campbells 'Who Goes There?' (1938). The latter later inspired and was loosely adapted for the film 'The Thing From Another World' (1951). John Carpenter's later filmed remake, simply titled 'The Thing' (1982), more closely follows Campbell's original tale. 

Thursday, October 10, 2024

Prince of Darkness (aka: The Cat Creeps)

 "For the cat is cryptic, and close to strange things which men cannot see.
He is the soul of antique Aegyptus, and bearer of tales from forgotten
cities in Monroe and Ophir. He is the kin of the jungle's lords, and heir to
the secrets of hoary and sinister Africa. The Sphinx is his cousin, and
remembers that which she hath forgotten."

                                                             -
The 'Cats of Ulthar' (1920), H.P. Lovecraft


Nocturnal rambler and watcher... we bet he knows:
Who stole the toolbox out back of the neighbors pickup
Who stole the lower neighbor asian gal's street bike
Who stole the end of the street neighbor gal's motorcycle
Where the skunk dwells

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Tuesday, October 1, 2024

Eighty Years of Killdozer

Worked heavy construction for near forty years and seldom met a heavy equipment operator, who if ya' mentioned the film 'Killdozer', would respond with anything but "Man, that was the best movie I ever seen!"

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Lots of fun - a Cat D9 bulldozer is possessed by an extraterrestrial energy force and goes on a killing rampage against a small eight man construction crew tasked with building an airstrip on a remote pacific island. Doesn't get more fun than that!

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Brilliant!

The (made-for-television) film dismisses the prelude to Theodore Sturgeon's short written 1944 tale referencing an ancient antediluvian war between "another (terrestrial) race, whose nature it is not for (modern) mankind to understand" (a favorite topic of ours) and an extraterrestrial other. The other "was truly alien, a sentient cloud form... spawned in mighty machines by some accident of a science beyond our (modern) aboriginal concept of technology." This alien energy form introduced a weapon technology that turned all of earth's weapon technology against them. Sounds like The Terminator. The 1974 film version alternately alludes introduction of this energy form to an ancient earth meteor strike. That works with us, too. The film also steps the dozer up to a D9 - is a D7 in the book.

Sturgeon served for a time (working as a defense contractor) as a heavy equipment bulldozer operator building pacific island-hopping aircraft runways during World War II. His narrative is infused with quite a bit of technical heavy equipment-type jargon. Most may need to keep a copy of The Standard Handbook of Heavy Construction next to the dictionary and thesaurus throughout the read.

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Quite a few years back and was tasked with visiting a project site somewhere down in the wilds of inland coastal Virginia. A bit off in the sticks. Was sent to spell our regular project engineer who was off for the day. Work involved reconstruction of a small, maybe 20ft height x 200ft length, earthen dam retaining a small lake of maybe 10 acres. The project was near complete. 

Arrived on site and discovered that the entire construction crew for the day consisted of one equipment operator; he himself tasked with resuming construction of the dam earthen embankment. We were there to monitor that the work met contract compliance. After introduction and briefing me on the project specifics, he proceeded to hop in the single front end loader on site, load a few buckets from the soil stockpile to fill the dump bed of the only crawler dump truck on site, jump from the loader to the dump, mob over to the embankment and dump the load of fill dirt, jump from the dump to a Cat D5 dozer (only dozer on site) and spread the load to maybe a six inch lift, jump from the dozer to a lone 25 ton roller compactor, roll/compact the lift, jump from the roller back to the front end loader, and repeat the process. This operation was takin' at least an hour to place maybe 10cy of fill. Between fill lifts I'd conduct a test or two, via a bit antiquated manual weight and volume test method, to verify degree of compaction and to generate some numbers to include in a later field progress report. Alternately, I was settin' under a nearby shade tree tryin' to stay awake.

After about two hours the empty, padded dozer seat was lookin' a bit more comfortable. Minutes in the seat and the operator pulls up alongside with a new load of dirt.
"Hey - you know how to run that thing?"
"Nope - never been on one!"
He spreads the dumper load atop the embankment, jumps from the crawler, races over and hops up onto the left side dozer track. He runs through a quick explanation of the controls.
"Go ahead, fire it up!"
I hit the starter button. The big diesel revs slowly, a few staccato puffs of black smoke from the exhaust stack, and then modulates to a steady idle. You could feel the power of that machine surging right thru your bones. A bit more explanation regarding raising, lowering and angling the heavy blade, and he's back on the ground.
"Go ahead - spread that next lift!"

Took a few forward passes and backdrags to get the blade height (and me) adjusted to spread a workable lift thickness. The operator was off to retrieve another few dumps. He subsequently joins me back on deck and we've angled the blade to shove this load over the face of the embankment. We're movin' along now. We've spread three lifts in maybe a half hour. I've been repeatedly spreadin' and trackin' over 'em between dumps, but they still need goin' over with the compactor. He takes over the drivers seat of the dozer and we're backin' down the 2:1 angled front face of the dam. I get a quick lesson in dressing up the slope and he's off on the compactor. That rollings done and we've since spread 3-4 additional lifts. He's temporarily back at the controls and we're backin' down the rear face of the dam. A 1:1 slope. A bit hairy maneuver to me - felt like the dozer was gonna' roll right over backward. He hung out on deck while I made a few precursive passes over the steeper slope before he rushes back to the roller. Took a bit to remain comfortable trackin' up and down at that angle, but figured that ya' just had to have confidence in the machine. It was fine.

By end of work day we had added a (maybe) additional two feet to the embankment height and did a nice dressing of the face and back slopes. 
"You gonna' be back down here tomorrow?"
"Naa - regular inspector will be back."
"Sh*t - he just sits under the tree or in his car all day. Had to wake 'em up a few times!"

Was probably a month afterward before I quit ponderin' abandoning the regular day job and lookin' into what entry level heavy equipment operator jobs were out there before all that days fun wore off.

Tuesday, September 3, 2024

Stop-Motion 101

 "The predominance of ideologies in our culture tends to mean that, unless marked
as high art, many avowed non-realistic genres are viewed as frivolously escapist,
as 'mere fantasy,' and thus as suitable only for children or for 'mindless,'
"irresponsible adults."
                                                                                     - Steven Neale, Film Historian

Hey - this guy just wrote our epitaph!

We get quite a few inquiries addressing the stop-motion animation we've posted. Mostly from quite young folks. We've no intention of divulging a few techniques we've adapted that were derived from a bit of frustrating trial-and-error on our part. Techniques that we have yet to note in any of the endless reading and research that we invest into the process. Quite a few we feel to be a bit more simplistic than those of the acknowledged "experts" (who more often than not happen to have a cash interest attached to their expertise). However, it's tough to brush off a ten year old kid seeking a bit of assistance when we can help. If not mindless, we tend to be a bit responsible:

Stuff we've needed:

An (at least basic) understanding of the following ancillary disciplines are suggested:
Photography/filmmaking
Studio lighting
Video editing
Drawing/sketching
Clay sculpture/mold making
Scale model building
Scale model painting including airbrushing and weathering techniques

Can't hurt:
Woodworking
Metalworking
Stone Carving
MIG/Flux core welding

Software:
Photoshop
DragonFrame
Pagemaker

Some crucial materials (we inserted the manufacturer brand for stuff we've been using):
'Monster Maker' brand Monster Clay (medium)
'Sculpy' brand polymer clay
'JXE JXO' brand thermoplastic (beads)
Soft clay
'Monster' Liquid Latex
UltraCal 30 plaster
'Jack Richeson' brand armature wire - 1/16" and 1/8"

Most important, don't forget that ya' gotta' start with a script. Former NYU professor of film Haig Manoogian wouldn't let ya' touch a camera without first handing him a film script.

We started out machining our own armature ball and socket and hinge joints. We later adapted to using aluminum wire armatures. It got to be a chore building a small hex key access into the body of the props at each joint location for periodic re-tightening of the joints which always came loose. Have yet to have a problem with any breaking wires. Besides, we've built quite a few of the mechanical joints should we need them for a more "heavy duty" animation schedule.

We're typically shooting at distances between 1ft to 6ft. Focal lengths between 30mm to 80mm at medium apertures. So Depth of Field (DoF) is always tight. A few near-far focus targets occasionally come in handy. 

Other than creatures, we'll use kits for props if we find 'em. The 1/72 and 1/144 diving bells are built from scratch. The trawler is a scale model kit. 

The Sperm Whale was a hybrid. We cut the head off of a model whale we found on Amazon then added a wired foam and latex body/tail/fins for animating. A side cut drill came in handy for notching 'em a plywood animation track.

We modified this model tank into a Nazi 'Sonic Cannon' for a scene just to use a cool sound effect we found. But wound up not using it. 

This unfinished 'Giganto' was built for a (maybe not) abandoned project.

1/144 scale Nazi Haunebu "flying saucer"

Nazi saucer on an animation track.

A micro-scale saucer emerging from the "ocean".

A 1/350 scale Type VII U-boat for some depth to this shot. We played around with building styrofoam rocks for the shoreline for several days before the lightbulb lit - hey, just go out in the woods and grab a few rocks. We spray painted a bit of "snow" on the peaks then keyed in a background of more rocks.

Same set with a micro-scale U-boat. The very shallow DoF blurred the FG and BG shoreline a bit to make it look a bit more realistic. Generated a bit of a fog effect.

1/72 scale Type VII U-boat on set w/ animation track.

Another miniature built but not used. We were gonna' have the 'Gravity Bell' chain-tethered to this "Fly Trap" structure. It was to then be animated bounding about above the structure, confined to the length of the chains.

Nazi crater base (T) and base landing pad (B).

Sheet plywood Diving Bell interior "port hole" prop under construction. All the hardware we obtained from the local recycling scrap yard - hydraulic gauges and levers salvaged from a scrapped fire truck.

Our ingeniously designed "Shake-R" camera mount.

A saucer on the paint booth turntable.

The mechanical-jointed AI 'Jagganath'. We built one of these then switched to wire for the smaller units. We solved the issue of maintaining loosening joints by just leaving the mechanics exposed. He's a mechanical robot anyway. We camouflaged the exposed hex nuts with some cut aluminum tubing.

The smaller scale, wire armature 'Battle AI's'

Lighting the Battle AI's.

AI "laser test".

The 'Stone Colossus' - wire/foam/latex.

Assorted polymer clay heads sculpted for the Colossus.

Colossus on miniature set.

'Thompson Island' - air dry polymer clay sculpture

The 'Pteranodon' on set.

Wire/foam/latex construction.

The giant 'Brittle Star' snatches the 1/350 scale U-boat. The giant brittle stars of ancient lore were said to be bioluminescent, emitting an "eerie bluish glow". So we painted 'em with neon-glow acrylic blacklight paint, then lit 'em with a spot blacklight.

The effect was excellent. However, after final color balancing and correcting it's not as perceptible in the final mute-balanced print. That "sea floor" is air-dry polymer clay, textured for a sandy bottom.

Preview...
We're takin' a break from the Nazi's temporarily. These are three under construction 'Alien Soldiers' from a new project we're developing. Now back at it after our own summer break.