too many pictures
Feb. 5th, 2007 08:20 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thanate(and my camera is dying. really ought to do something about that...)
I drew every brick in this wall (the more-or-less-south one of feature 290, which is 12 feet long on the outside. It took me about two hours, and during which time Steve drew possibly half of the exposed 5 feet of the wall to the right side of this picture. We also interrupted ourselves to argue heatedly for possibly as long as 15 minutes about what the floor must have been like, and whether there were originally two full rows of bricks, or if the empty section was a sill to put floor joists on. (it was, I hope, all because of the cold... I had a really hard time not snapping at Steve, who wouldn't know brisk efficiency if it bit him, and felt awful for doing so.) Heather later agreed with me that it seemed highly unlikely that the inner plaster-finished wall didn't continue up over the rest of the messily-laid outer layer of bricks.
Cool posters adopted from work. (there's a whole stack of them that never found homes again after the lab moved to the current space, and Carey offered them up-- I didn't find a duplicate of the one I really like that did make it up in the lab-- an excavated foundation with reenactors and a few props in it, so you have a couple ages of the building--but there were some other quite good ones.) I practiced great restraint and didn't take lots of them. Because I need more posters-- well, not at all. I've got several really nice ones in storage that I already don't have space for, too. (and did I mention my camera was dying?)
I saw this on friday. And then I went back and took it today. Something about the rats with shovels, I think. Of course, I have nowhere to put it. (this is sitting on the cedar chest weighed down on the ends by, um,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
grauwulf's remaining christmas presents...)
We're such kids. (of course, my brother, who is still here because he hasn't managed to get a car since totalling his before thanksgiving, hasn't changed the things on his door since I put most of them there when he was in jr high...)
Zombie dolls! (for gris-gris woman barbie, of course. she's building an army) this is the Model A zombie. It has gangrene.
It also walks.
Attacking the camera! That'll teach it to go all streaky...
I drew every brick in this wall (the more-or-less-south one of feature 290, which is 12 feet long on the outside. It took me about two hours, and during which time Steve drew possibly half of the exposed 5 feet of the wall to the right side of this picture. We also interrupted ourselves to argue heatedly for possibly as long as 15 minutes about what the floor must have been like, and whether there were originally two full rows of bricks, or if the empty section was a sill to put floor joists on. (it was, I hope, all because of the cold... I had a really hard time not snapping at Steve, who wouldn't know brisk efficiency if it bit him, and felt awful for doing so.) Heather later agreed with me that it seemed highly unlikely that the inner plaster-finished wall didn't continue up over the rest of the messily-laid outer layer of bricks.
Cool posters adopted from work. (there's a whole stack of them that never found homes again after the lab moved to the current space, and Carey offered them up-- I didn't find a duplicate of the one I really like that did make it up in the lab-- an excavated foundation with reenactors and a few props in it, so you have a couple ages of the building--but there were some other quite good ones.) I practiced great restraint and didn't take lots of them. Because I need more posters-- well, not at all. I've got several really nice ones in storage that I already don't have space for, too. (and did I mention my camera was dying?)
I saw this on friday. And then I went back and took it today. Something about the rats with shovels, I think. Of course, I have nowhere to put it. (this is sitting on the cedar chest weighed down on the ends by, um,
grauwulf's remaining christmas presents...)We're such kids. (of course, my brother, who is still here because he hasn't managed to get a car since totalling his before thanksgiving, hasn't changed the things on his door since I put most of them there when he was in jr high...)
Zombie dolls! (for gris-gris woman barbie, of course. she's building an army) this is the Model A zombie. It has gangrene.
It also walks.
Attacking the camera! That'll teach it to go all streaky...