I came across an old gasoline station, with a car pulled up to the pumps, a Jeep to one side, the inevitable Coke machine inside...
...and disturbing evidence that Mary Poppins was here, and departed in a hurry, leaving behind her umbrella, hat, and overnight case.
Among the wheat fields stood a solitary farm house, nestled behind the telephone wires.
Inside, on the first floor, clicking on an old violin gives a link to a machinima about the sim, beautifully executed. Upstairs, some of the equipment was mine for the clicking, er, taking. In the attic, touching the (ahem) radio equipment yielded a landmark to the final sim.
Not having had my fill of AM Radio today, I re-visited "The Quiet", an aptly-named project consisting of a solitary cabin in a snow-covered field, with the afternoon sunlight reflecting off the window.
I stood inside the cabin, by the water basin and pump. The warmth inside was in stark contrast to the cold outside.
On the shelf over the bed stood a number of mementos, pictures of a time or place long gone, perhaps.
The bed offered the chance to dream, but I chose instead to sit in front of the window in the fading sunlight, lost for the moment in contemplation...