King Konged Again.

The original and every remake of King Kong has wowed me.

Now, we will see what Jordan Vogt-Roberts (Single Dads, Kings of Summer) does with a new story line and Samuel L. Jackson.

Coming in March: KING KONG, Skull Island.

 

John Goodman and John C. Riley, veteran actors who rarely disappoint, are also cast in this reboot.

I feel I must see this one to be fair to Peter Jackson, who, as we all know, follows this blog and knows I have pointed out several weaknesses in his epic and awesome version of Kong. Sorry, Peter. You know Jack Black was miscast or misdirected in the part and several of the CGI monster attacks ran too long.

See you in the theater.

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Trailer courtesy of Youtube/Warner Bros.

Winter Kill.

Lonely places remove the blindfold from our eyes. For some, this is terrifying.

I went for a walk.

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Forgotten part of the Old Wiley Farm near Dark Oak, Missouri. This section has been forgotten so long it is turning into woods.

You never know what you’ll find.

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Face to face with Mortality. 

The coyotes, or something, has stripped this poor pilgrim clean. Mother Nature is red of tooth and claw.

We all have a tiger on our back trail.

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Phantom Sighting.

Hobbies take place in the cellar and smell of airplane glue.

–John Updike.

I think John knew. . . things.

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Thing in the Dark.        By Dark Oak Creations.

 

“…I saw the infernal Thing blocking my path in the twilight. The dead travel fast, and by short cuts unknown to ordinary coolies. I laughed aloud a second time, and checked my laughter suddenly, for I was afraid I was going mad.”

— Rudyard Kipling, The Phantom Rickshaw

More Madness.

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Travelin’.

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Portrait of the Apparition.

In which and where at, we find an end to this post.

Happy haunting.

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Photo Shoot.

I had been cooped up all week, sculpting a tabletop-sized figure in clay.

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U. S. Marine woman. The first sculpt in a military series by Dark Oak Creations (I don’t always do Spooky).

Working small always tests my work ethic. Some sculptors can work in miniature and love it. Me, I love to sculpt, but my style and nature wants big, expansive gestures. So when, after four days of being diligent, good boy sculptor, my wife announces she’s working from home on Friday, there was only one thing to do.

Road trip! 

Wilderness Photo Shoot.

After taking my wife to lunch (I’m not stupid), I loaded the props up and set out for the woods.

It was 63 degrees Friday afternoon. In Missouri, in mid-February, the first thing I see as I  step into the field is a snake. A freaking little stripped snake slithering out of my path. I chose to take this as a good omen instead of worrying about Global Warming.

Field work always takes much more time than I think it will. I did not get to all the locations I had in-mind. I did manage to get some “shooting” accomplished. Enjoy.

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Monster in the slough. Dark Oak Creations.

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Monster in the slough with places to go.

 

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Stay out of these woods, kids.

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“Somebody back east is sayin’ “Why don’t he write?”– Tmmons, from Dances with Wolves.

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Stake out.

Sometimes, I get the urge to leave some of my less expensive props on site, or even stage them at some particular location (not where auto traffic could see it, though. Don’t want accidents). I’m sure I am not the first prop artist to feel this impish impulse.

Perhaps, one day, one evening, when the sun is dying on the horizon and the purple dusk creeps from the shadowed wood, I will give in to that sibilant whisper. Yes, perhaps the whispering imp will seduce me, and I leave a Horrible peeking from behind a tree in the park.

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Friday Escape

The weekend beckons.  I’ve disabled the guard (don’t ask, it’s better you don’t know) and have his keys.  Want to come with me?

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Come on. As long as we don’t have to pull a Shawshank and crawl through 500 yards of sewer pipe, I think we can make it. If, however, that is the case,you go on without me. Send me a postcard from the beach.

Happy Friday.

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