A (very) slowly growing collection of pics....

Pics of whatever I wanna put here hehe

SAMLE Diorama basic components

Mattie II Back

Panhard AMD-178

S-35 W/Eduard Photoetch

Somua Rt side

SAMLE dio showing figure set up

SAMLE dio showing a bit more ground cover

Fuzzy closeup of 2lber dio

DC-3 Nose WIP

British 2lber AT gun just about ready for paint.

2lberDio1

2Lber dio2

Bare Metal DC-3 WIP

DC-3 WIP

2Lber Dio3

2Lber Dio4

2Lber Dio5

2Lber Dio6

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Wreck of BlueChip Three Zero. This model was commissioned by the son of the pilot

A dremel was used to thin panels where damage was to be depicted.

A bit of strip plastic was used to depict some interior structure where panels were damaged.

An X-acto knife was used to punch holes and tear the 'metal'.

More bullet damage to the wing.

The right wing had dragged first and bent the wingtip. This was simulated by heat bending the glued wing, and then carving wrinkles with a micro chisel.

The base was made from blueboard, textured with a lighter. Base colours were laid down then smeared with carpenters glue. Static grass was used for the fairway grass and ground foam for the putting green.

I use a variety of materials for ground cover, including interesting colours of sand and dirt. After being arranged they way I like, the whole surface is soaked with Woodland Scenic Cement.

The burnt grass was airbrushed black with a border of yellowed grass and an occasional streak of white for ashes.

A silver pencil was rubbed along the dents and wrinkles on the wing tip to simulate chipped paint.

Completed Wreck Dio. Blue Chip Three Zero was the call sign of a pilot who flew COIN missions during the Vietnam war. Following a very successful mission, BlueChip30 was returning with severe A/C damage, having taken hits which disabled the left aileron and right elevator. A cannon round had exploded in the right wheelwell setting the tire on fire. AA had also hit the engine, propeller, disabled the hydraulics and most of the electrical system. Carefully nursing the vibrating, smoking wreckage of his plane home, BlueChip 30 finally sighted his home field and lined up on 12000 feet of smooth concrete. Turning final he hit the flaps switch which promptly exploded in a shower of sparks. The landing gear lever came apart in his hand. As he made his approach, a red flare arced over the field telling him not to land on the runway. A short time before, the base C.O. had given orders that damaged aircraft must find alternates rather that risk closing 'his' airfield. BlueChip30 had to land. Now. Looking for a clear space he spotted a smooth grassy area nearby. As gently as possible he bellied the plane in, leaving a trail of burning fuel and debris in his wake. Gradually the plane slewed to a halt, on the first green of the Generals private golf course....