For the post-apoc contest on Flickr, I’m pleased to present my two entries. The first, built for the Survivors category, is a satellite outpost amidst a backdrop of a flower field.
One of my favorite features of this scene is the treaded bike called the Muskrat. It was the product of two hours of building.
The second category of the contest is No Survivors, and for me that meant black biomechanical machines destroy all of civilization. This piece is called Nocturne.

More pictures will be taken soon, and I’ll find time later to conjure up a backstory.
Those are both eerily, hauntingly beautiful, in the kind of way only you, Nannan, can manage.
Beautiful vignette. Wonderful juxtaposition. And of course reminds me of the Talking Heads.
This used to be real estate
Now it’s only fields and trees
Where, where is the town
Now, it’s nothing but flowers
The highways and cars
Were sacrificed for agriculture
Isn’t that second pic technically “black fantasy”?