Work day and family night - Daughter's back, things are great, I have already been personally critiqued - so good thing I set aside some fascinating hobby talk!

What? Don't head to the below-the-fold or the Restaurants update right away! C'mon! Indulge me.

The shot above is something I built in a game.  How much of this is original? All of it. None of it. The buildings came with the game, but i nodded a lot nad added the faded ghost signage.

It doesn't look much like an amusement park, does it?

There are three rides and two "attractions." Now. What would you presume it looks like from this view , assuming you wanted to waste a millisecond of your mortal allotment thinking about such things?

Here's an early build, backing up from the outskirts.

That's the Old Main Street. The finished product also has a modern suburban section and a Gotham section:

See the rail in the middle? That's the monorail. So for a few blocks it turns into the El.

Again, so what? You'll see.

Sometimes you just want to make a little park where people can rest, and not be bombarded by the opportunity to buy hats or balloons. I realize this defeats the money-making animus, but I have this thing set on sandbox with all the annoyances turned off. I just want to build some place ideal.

There was an empty corner that seemed to be a good place for a plaza. When looking through the blueprints I’d downloaded, I found a streetcar train in Coca-Cola livery, and thought: Let’s see what we can do with that.

Two hours later I’m poking through old Max Headroom commercials for a video to run on the side of the soft-drink stand. And so:

This is just the start. This game is just overloaded with fiddly details, and it's a delight.

It's Thursday! Time for cul-chah

Our artist this month:

Eugène Atget (12 February 1857 – 4 August 1927) was a French flâneur and a pioneer of documentary photography, noted for his determination to document all of the architecture and street scenes of Paris before their disappearance to modernization. Most of his photographs were first published by Berenice Abbott after his death. Though he sold his work to artists and craftspeople, and became an inspiration for the surrealists, he did not live to see the wide acclaim his work would eventually receive.

It doesn’t seem surreal.

The sculptor was Corneille Van Cleve, the work was “The Rhine and the Moselle” in the Tuilleries. The sculptor worked in the late 17th century /early 18th, so it was at least a 100 years old when Atget took this picture.

Fifty-six thousand souls, the size of Fargo when I was growing up. But not an oasis in the middle of nowhere - it's a Cook County burb, and old. It split off from Cicero in 1908.

I think I snipped this because A) I was starting out on the edge of town, and .

. . . and because you know what that was, right? They never lose their original spirit.

The smoked-glass era of modernism had its hits and misses.

Problem is here, the number of floors suggested by the glass panels probably doesn’t relate to the actual number of floors.

Let’s make sure the second floor looks like something taken from an enormous bridge in another city!

“I like your building, John. Mind if I build one next to it and copy the cornice exactly?

“Not at all, go ahead. Copy the windows if you like as well!”

“I don’t like it that much.”

Ugly ground floor rehabs, but look at that Dutch second floor:

I’d say “Dutch Revival” but I don’t think there was an original Dutch craze to revive.

They . . . slathered it with stucco?

That never looks good. Always looks like an old lady with too much pancake makeup.

“Here you can see where they tunneled down through the volcanic deposits, working their way along the walls. Unfortunately they ruined much of the frescos.

Love that window. It’s ill-sized and a bit too clunky - LOOK AT ME I’M MODERN - but I like it.

All civic centers bear the stamp of their era.

This is not necessarily a good thing. I mean, you know what this is, and it gets that across. It’s institutional.

Something of a mystery:

Someone knew what this meant, once.

Thirties modernism, diminished by incremental alterations that did nothing to highlight the building’s spirit.

Well, that’s interesting: big swank entrance, and it looks as if it could be original. The stone hue would match the era.

Gee, wonder if I should look up with early 20th-century cliched farmboy amazement!

Gawrsh!

Built in 1952 for the Lutheran Aid. Tallest building in town. Quite an investment.

A nice old building with a bad case of Elephant Man disease on its side.

Put some lotion on that, it might help.

Beeeeyoutiful little modern bank, much like its New York older brothers.

Never fails to amaze me that they gave up this style for its opposite, the bricked-up thin-window structures of the 70s.

Oh, right - the whole energy thing. In the future there wouldn't be enough energy to air condition a space like this. Forgot about that/

Oh jeez

Now, if you’re thinking it’s an office building that got a SUPER 80S OVERHAUL . . . you’re right.

		It's the old Lutheran Aid building.

Origami can help redeem most institutional buildings from this era.

The plaza with the seating says “60s / 70s campus.” The building in the back, we’ll get to in a bit.

Revisiting the street view, I found this . . .

On a subsequent visit:

Back to the tall building we saw in the background:

The Irving Zeulke building. I commend this history.

Rather unique decorations.

Finally: uh oh.

The downtown mall.

The sort of thing that always ends up described as “troubled” or “struggling.” But according to the reviews - at the time I write this - it’s doing okay.

That would be rare.

That'll do. Restaurants await. See you around.