our present home in san antonio had a garage until it was converted into a bedroom for my son. but the finish-out left a remaining little 5 x 10 (or so) mini-room with an exterior door letting out on the side yard. remodeling leftovers.
this has become my train room.
ah, yes: something you didn't know about me. for almost ten years now, i've been working sporadically on an N-gauge steam-era model train layout. a very modern and colonialist enterprise i fear.i don't have much to show for it, since i ripped up most of my progress about a year ago and haven't had much time to start over.
today i had a spare hour or so while the baby was sleeping, and jordan and i finally completed the track circuit and connected the track to the transformer and slowly revved up the power on my mikado locomotive ... apart from some uneven track and some specks of ballast/gravel in the way, it fired right up... now that it's back in business, i can rebuild my mountain
some guys are really into the train part of it. engine numbers, trainspotting, authentic consists, accurate reproductions. i'm really into the creating space and playing god part of it. building up mountains out of newspaper and hydro-cal, placing and the replacing a city block, tracing hiking trails with a finger, planting trees on a whim, trying to make a believe-able rock wall in miniature; trying to mix paint and stain colors that will look like weathered barn lumber; aging a pristine, plastic locomotive with a stick of chalk; drizzling dark rivulets of ink down a hillside. this all gives me the same participatory satisfaction i receive when painting, songwriting, penning verse, shooting photos.
just wanted to share.