Finetuning the Hills. . .

Here is where things stand at the moment.

Still messing around adding layers to hills and ridges this afternoon with the help of my small, blonde assistant. Happy Fathers' Day everyone!

-- Stokes

Comments

Conrad Kinch said…

What are those white remembered hills,
What spires, what farms are those?

For it is the table of yon Stokes,
Where toy soldiers march in rows,

I am no hand at verse it seems,
and had best stick to prose.

7:05 PM

CelticCurmudgeon said…

My Dear Heinz-Ulrich,

Our friend and commentator, the estimable Conrad Kinch, proves that within every Irishman burns the spirit of the poet, if in ever so small a quantity! It was a pleasure to view your efforts in terrain design. Will you be draping a oovering over these or painting and flocking them? They should provide a wonderful venue for your table top battles when done.

May you have had a wonderful Father's Day and may you have many, many more.

Best regards,

Gerardus Magnus
Archbishop Emeritus

7:23 AM

Bloggerator said…

Mercy!

1:02 AM

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