I sometimes find myself puzzling over which unit to push into the painting queue next. Not that I lack choice. The problem is that I have too much choice. With one or two projects from which to choose, finding something to paint is easy. A dozen or more projects on tap poses some bigger issues. When I reach such indecision, I often prep three dozen French or Austrian infantry for the 1859 project and push them straight away onto the workbench. Simple but colorful uniform buys time while I contemplate what next.
This week saw one of those times. Rather than waste valuable painting time wondering what to paint next; pondering all of the useful possibilities; and going through The Lead Pile in search of just the right unit; I dove into work on a regiment of French line. These Frenchmen are from Lancashire Games. As I say every time I paint a few, the French and Austrian infantry for this period are my favorite Lancashire figures. Really great figures.
Now that this unit is finished, did the time spent working up another French regiment clear my head for what to paint next? I think so! In addition to clearing out the figure bins of more skirmisher figures from an assortment of projects (like I did recently for Cretan bowmen), expect more Hittites to enter into the painting fray.
Does indecision on what to paint next ever grip anyone else? I would enjoy reading your thoughts.
On the cycling front, weekly mileage remains at a little over 200 miles with each day averaging about 33 miles. At this pace, August will come in with roughly the same totals as July. Weather has been pleasant but cycling is not without hazard. Witnessing a crash unfold is a rare event. This past weekend, that rare event came to pass.
As I entered Riverfront Park, I saw a cyclist approach the street from the park. Making the transition from park pedestrian/cycle path to the street, he failed to notice a missing pylon from one piece of road furniture barring vehicles from the path. The event unfolded in slow motion for me as the cyclist's rear wheel clipped the offending pylon bracket. His back wheel slide out from under and he went crashing to the ground, landing in the street. He appeared uninjured. Perhaps his dignity suffered a bruise or two? Ouch! After confirming all was OK, I continued on. One must remain ever vigilant.