Post artificial light death, I have this.

OK, I understand the plague that is removing Rayscaper lights.
"Cleanup", is removing the Rayscaper lights.
Frustrating but at least I got something out of today.
You are getting there, no worries. Hoping you have a decent break mate.
Mike-Amos
May have needed a restart which cures some content glitches.

Mike-Amos View too.
Kitchen area, note missing colour/items 2d export versus render.


OK, I have noticed we have different material presets available, you have a lot more than I and help, about. suggests I am using 0.9.92'
Thanks mate, not even close, takes me a while to find the sweet spot at the moment. Moving on.
Mike-Amos
OK HDRI only light source outside the model, painted on to a surface half the building height as a scaling mechanism. HDRI set to 0.80.

Mike-Amos
I was finding the larger premises difficult to motivate myself with so am going back to the smaller. The backgound/hdri has auto exposure selected in Rayscaper but is washed out.
The old SLR dilemna of exposing for either the interior or exterior but never both.

A rancher dies and leaves everything to his wife.
She was a very good-looking woman and determined to keep the ranch, but knew very little about ranching, so she decided to place an ad in the newspaper for a ranch hand.
Two cowboys applied for the job. One was gay and the other a drunk. She thought long and hard about it, and when no one else applied she decided to hire the gay guy, figuring it would be safer to have him around the house than the drunk.
He proved to be a hard worker who put in long hours every day and knew a lot about ranching.
For weeks, the two of them worked, and the ranch was doing very well. Then one day, the rancher's widow said to the hired hand, "You have done a really good job, and the ranch looks great. You should go into town and kick up your heels." The hired hand readily agreed and went into town one Saturday night.
One o'clock came, however, and he didn't return.
Two o'clock and no hired hand.
Finally he returned a round two-thirty, and upon entering the room, he found the rancher's widow sitting by the fireplace with a glass of wine, waiting for him.
She quietly called him over to her..
"Unbutton my blouse and take it off," she said.
Trembling, he did as she directed. "Now take off my boots."
He did as she asked, ever so slowly.. "Now take off my socks."
He removed each gently and placed them neatly by her boots.
"Now take off my skirt."
He slowly unbuttoned it, constantly watching her eyes in the fire light. "Now take off my bra.." Again, with trembling hands, he did as he was told and dropped it to the floor.
Then she looked at him and said, "If you ever wear my clothes into town again, you're fired."
They should be using you for their advertising. Nice one, Sir.
The IRS got suspicious that a fishing boat owner wasn’t paying proper wages to his staff, so they sent an agent to investigate.
The agent climbed aboard the boat and said, “I need a list of your employees and how much you pay them.”
The boat owner replied, “Well, there’s Clarence, my deckhand. He’s been with me for three years. I pay him $1,000 a week, plus free room and board.
“Then there’s this mentally challenged guy. He works about eighteen hours a day and does almost all the work around here. He makes about $30 a week, pays his own room and board, and every Saturday night I buy him a bottle of Bacardi and a dozen Budweisers so he can cope with life. He even gets to sleep with my wife occasionally.”
The IRS agent frowned and said, “That’s the guy I want to talk to — the mentally challenged one.”
The boat owner nodded and said, “That would be me. What would you like to know?”