It's been a very long time since I wrote about, let alone discussed this particular dream I've carried most of my life. Someone recently asked me what my drive has been to pursue what appears to them, a very widespread list of things that don't always seem to make sense when compared to each other. Very few will be able to grasp the meaning when I say it grows exponentially in its simplicity. It's just me. I've never claimed to be easy to figure out, but all of it in my mind's eye relates to each other in one way or another. I will try to put this all together in something people can follow...

My idea of relaxing Saturday evening. Unless you've spent years doing metal work, it's hard to describe the satisfaction and also the kindred spirit you feel even watching someone else at their craft. I've met many artisans over the years, including ones from other countries and funny enough, we don't even have to speak the same language.There's an undeniable romance in the patina and warmth of metals like copper, bronze, and brass that modern materials such as plastic can seldom replicate. These metals carry with them a sense of history, a testament to human craftsmanship that has evolved over...

I mean, who doesn't like fairies, and the chance to mix it up a little bit with some steampunk it's just, well, fun. Of course the fairies are hot, but I had a lot of interest in the environments and backgrounds utilized in this video as well.  AI has come a long way, and I have no complaints.   

When I first started plotting my course when it came to reimagining and making parts available in the steampunk/machination line, one of the very first things I did was look at how difficult it was to procure real life examples- whether it be buying them new which is almost impossible, short of being limited to modern parts, or spending hours trying to hunt down ones that people were offering that could classify as antique, or vintage. The latter did not beckon me to any extended investment.One that stuck out for me was dials and gauges. Old steam and electrical equipment were littered with...

A decade ago when I decided to rework the Historic Origins site, part of it was because I came across old handwritten journals with little snippets of muse that I had written down and forgot about for a long time. I wanted to convey at the time and thereafter more about my inspiration and even more about me.  I put some of them into a introduction video that I placed at the front end of the site back in 2013 or so, and the video quality and available tools at the time by today's standards were pretty low resolution and quality. Now, in 2024 I upscaled the old video the best I could, and...

Victorian era industrial aesthetics, which spanned much of the 19th century during Queen Victoria's reign in Britain, are characterized by a fascinating blend of elegance, functionality, and the raw display of industrial might. Here's a detailed look:   Materials and Texture: Iron and Steel: The use of iron, and later steel, was predominant. These materials were celebrated for their strength and versatility, often left exposed to showcase the industrial prowess. Cast iron was particularly popular for structures, railings, and decorative elements. Wood: Dark, heavy woods like...

I was sitting down this morning, just checking the 5150 and having a quiet conversation with it, and started thinking of some old Boston tunes. I could go through a huge list of other bands of the era but there was always something about Boston and a few others that just pulled you into the songs as if you were actually on a ride, specially for someone who had a particular for guitar work and the ability for it in the right hands to convey emotion and say words without so much is opening your mouth. It comes from the heart then the hands. It started happening then and it's most definitely...

You know this is always a strange time of the year. Just randomly, scanning through my regular music stuff as I try to do a bit more of these days and out of the blue the song popped up that I haven't heard for probably 20 or more years. There's a strange story behind it too because back in high school, my special girl Patty back then rolled this song out in the middle of the night. I'll just paint a quiet picture of the green glow of the stereo lights, a candle, and this music while we looked out my window at the snow falling. Simpler times. Things were so easy then. This was back around...

"The most terrifying force of death, comes from the hands of men who wanted to be left alone. They try, so very hard, to mind their own business and provide for themselves and those they love. They resist every impulse to fight back, knowing the forced and permanent change of life that will come from it. They know, that the moment they fight back, their lives as they have lived them, are over. The moment the men who wanted to be left alone are forced to fight back, it is a form of suicide. They are literally killing off who they used to be. Which is why, when forced to take up violence, these...