12 DAYS OF SIGNIFICANCE (43)
Everything had a temperature in those days.
Everything had a temperature in those days.
My brother and I could not agree on how to worship the mouse.
Like the cloudberries of Sweden or truffles, Crumpters couldn’t be mass-produced.
“But don’t you ever do what I once caught Jimmy doing, OK?”
On frigid and moonless winter nights, effigies of St. Vralkomir may come to life and begin dancing…
“We rolled around and smashed into something so hard it cracked.”
“Enormous in its diminutive size, menacing in its cheer.”
Who — in 1913 — could conceive a capital of Europe being so depopulated, so beset?
I wanted to show the gun facing forward, ready for action.
I had always wanted to build one of these odd vehicles.
I’m always balancing possible aftermarket add-ons with the potential for a stalled build.
References for this type of camo are scarce.
In 1988–89, I started visiting a store in Boston’s Allston neighborhood called Primal Plunge.
Some super-glue artistry was needed on the mantlet.
I was intrigued by Cambrai’s distinctive lobed camo pattern.