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Random clutter on my desk that morning. This is the needed for work corner. Lucozade is nessecary. The thing sat the back are origami boxes which contain a vareity of stuff. Elastic bands, Pens, Staples, and paper clips.
I misplaced my Fuji Finepix S1 camera a number of months ago. I was certain I had lost it, perhaps by leaving it on a hiking trail somewhere, or in a hotel room during my last out of town trip in November.
But today I found it... while looking for something completely unrelated, of course.
Can you glimpse the camera strap just barely peeking out beneath the take-out Chinese food container?
Telephone, old slate mantle clock, (works like a fine watch, still keeps good time) and my beloved Mamiyaflex C2, my first real camera, taught me to love photography.
my desktop is becoming very cluttered at the moment. i think i might need to do some cleaning... uggh.
Taken on Charnwood U3A photography group's visit to the Hill Close Gardens in Warwick. This is the interior of one of the old brick built summer houses.
The garbage truck in the background is an Advanced Disposal Autocar WX with a Heil front load body. It was perfectly blocked by everything.
Wandering around this city proves to be a test of vision and outlook. The ruins and traces of lives lived tend to focus the mind on the past and what has been lost. The clutter, the misery, cloud the view of what's ahead. It is often impossible to see past it. Therein lies much of our problem, and perhaps the seed of hope.
Driving the news these days are comments from analysts and economists, men and women living in a world of numbers. The trouble with numbers is they allow a vision of what's behind us and when conditions are as desperate as they are these days; the numbers clutter our view of the future. How can we ever recover from this mess? The charts and graphs from the green eyeshade crowd indicate unspeakable horrors. The plans from our leaders offer either too much or too little, depending on the political ax you have at the grinding wheel. What none of these math wizards account for is innovation and, for lack of a better word, spirit. The way I see it, we may be on the cusp of an entrepreneurial boom.
We are in the midst of a mobility crisis. We can no longer jump from job to job. Unlike 1981, jettisoned autoworkers cannot simply pack up and move to Houston or Dallas- no jobs there and no one here to buy our houses with their upside down mortgages. We are stuck. The folks in Michigan are stuck in deeper goo than most. This, I suspect, does not sit well with most Americans and their semi- nomadic hearts. In time, left with few options, folks will decide if I can’t find a job maybe I can create one. Self- employment will become the only option for many folks. In this mix will be many failures, at the same time new successful businesses will take hold offering employment for the failed entrepreneurs.
clut⋅ter [kluht-er]
–verb (used with object)
1.to fill or litter with things in a disorderly manner: All kinds of papers cluttered the top of his desk.
–verb (used without object)
2.British Dialect. to run in disorder; move with bustle and confusion.
–noun
3. a disorderly heap or assemblage; litter: It's impossible to find anything in all this clutter.
The least cluttered of several work stations I regularly use. The P.C. at this one is running Photoshop(R) and has an Epson 1640L Expression scanner attached. There's a GARMIN ETREX G.P.S. unit, a mug of writing utensils, a thermal coffee mug & papers relating to several "in process" projects.
The boxes are newspaper back issues from a temporarily suspended news indexing project. Anyone want to volunteer?
I'm not quite sure what I was aiming for with this shot, it is certainly an untidy composition. It does capture a typical Swiss railways scene; spotlessly clean and the worker has a purposeful stride. Typical swiss platform signs and station clock.
This is a RhB GE6/6ii, in fact the doyen of the class, no 701 at Samedan in 2000. Articulated Bo-Bo-Bo locomotives dating back to the 1950's now mostly found on freight trains. 2300HP, which is quite impressive for a 50 year old metre-gauge loco.
The predecessors were the famous RhB Krokodil locomotives, some of which survive for special workings.
I just love a bit of crafty clutter. Let's face it, I'm never going to be a tidy, minimalist sort of person.
1979 Yamaha 650 US custom Special LTD.
A rather cluttered carburetor.
Best viewed large to appreciate the detail.
Another view of the stack-o-pottery, Most of it is in storage now. Rotate new pieces once in a while.
End of an era for me, anyway. The black box in the corner is probably the last pc tower I'll ever use. It suffered a hard drive crash last week, and has been replaced with an all-in-one desktop computer.
I bought my first pc, an IBM 8086, in 1982, and the litany of machines I've had since then includes numbers and ames that friends of a certain age will recognize: 8088, 286, 386, pentium, and on and on. Each of them had cabinets that could be opened easily to swap out or add components, which is kind of the point of this kind of architecture.
When this machine failed, though, it struck me that I hadn't so much as opened a tower case (except to vacuum dust and animal hair out of it) for at least the last three machines.
So there really wasn't any point in getting another one, and every reason to go with the increased convenience (not to mention decreased wire tangles) of an all-in-one.
Still, I'll miss the sense of hobby and the tinkering.
[Yes, the desk needs to go, too.]
Some of this clutter has been in the basement for more than a decade. Only now, after years of hibernation does it come up to overwhelm the normally quite confines of the "living room".