Crabclaw Scooter

 Another nice set of turkey bones. A mix of Polynesian crabclaw sails and outrigger canoes; offshore catamarans, ideas about whalebones. 1/48 scale helmsman from the junkbox. Two weeks.

Victor's Rhino

1:1 scale Rhinocerous Beetle. Mylar wings and prop, hardware store spraypaint, assorted bits from the junkbox:

Lilienthal's Turkey

Ever since I was a kid, I liked turkey breastbones. They have a prehistoric flying creature look to them, and I would treat them as toys. During my teen years I added wings to one, it was quite attractive hanging from the ceiling. This is a revisit of that now long-gone winged turkey bone, influenced by the gliders built and flown by Otto Lilienthal in the late 19th century. Wings made of mylar and bamboo. Egg-shaped object is an eggshell.

                                        

Sukhoi 22 Fitter

Hobbycraft's 1989 initial release of its 1/72 scale Sukhoi 22 Fitter in Libyan service. Handpainted with craftstore acrylics; weathered with Rembrandt pastels. Nose should be green, but I like red noses. Incredibly rudimentary kit for 1989, still results in a pretty object. Pix taken on the patio under the brutal Equatorial sun for a North African ambiance..

Sovereign of the Galaxy Display

 I posted this ship earlier. Living in Ecuador, I needed to minimize the risk of this model getting damaged by tremors, while also looking like it's flying. Had a local metalwork artist make the display stand.

Avion Français

 Pleasant little 2-weeker, 1/32 Nieuport 17. Lissome as a mosquito hawk. Handpainted with craftstore acrylics over balsa-plane tissue.

Convertible Sunset

I grew up in a convertible household, and my father gave me his 1973 Oldsmobile Delta 88 ragtop in 1980. I drove it until we moved to Ecuador in 2017. All those years I had a term, "Convertible Sunset," for pink evenings that flattered the Olds' yellow paintjob. We (Janet and I) still say that when we get a just-so pink sky here in the Andes. Anyway, there was that beguiling Convertible Sunset just now, so I took a shot looking back over part of our house's front terra-cotta roof into the now glassed-over-former-patio family room with its shelves stuffed with books that had to come with us to Ecuador. Other people's houses beyond and to the right, slammed up right against ours. It's graciously particular: