Yesterday Buster died. Asleep in the sunshine, aged and content. Always the spirit that moved ThursdayAgain (hopefully) beyond the mundane his silent voice still shouts from every room and every tree. His loss is beyond tears.
Farewell old friend.
A hunt is on to apprehend the carrier….
Ray Harryhausen, a man I worshipped just this side of idolatry has died, aged 92.