My cousin Natasha Smith gifted me a 1929 Texaco air racer. Back then air races were a thing. The Space X of its time. So while existing in my cold digs. Yeah no heat they're still working on it. Tonight 26f/-3c with gale force winds. Life in the big city. Where was I? Right, I set up a kitchen table shoot to keep warm. Positioned the plane. Threw in Brit 19th century Anglo-Sudan guys. Which I had handy as one does. Point'n click!