Machinery Ephemera
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This Robey 25hp, 12 tonne, Class A DC, Portable Steam Engine, No. 29166 was built by Robey & Co., established in 1854 at Lincoln, England.
North Korea carried out their fifth nuclear test the day before yesterday. That evening I went to a park and found thousands of people, young and old gathering there. I'm certain that 99.9% of them were fighting hard for Pokémon. War, war, everywhere.
A day when wild winds blew clouds scampering across the wet sands. We have wild winds forecast again today, so hope there'll be some clouds to chase. I have a painting to do this morning for my granddaughter so may have to wait to chase the clouds . Machineries of Joy is by British Sea Power
This excavator had a primary purpose as an earth mover, yet in this snow covered image - it looks like it could have been contracted out to dig through the freshly fallen snow.
Looks can be deceiving.
**Captured less than two weeks ago. The snow has since then melted and Spring appears to have arrived.
Excavators are heavy construction equipment consisting of a boom, dipper, bucket and cab on a rotating platform known as the "house". The house sits atop an undercarriage with tracks or wheels. They are a natural progression from the steam shovels and often mistakenly called power shovels. All movement and functions of a hydraulic excavator are accomplished through the use of hydraulic fluid, with hydraulic cylinders and hydraulic motors. Due to the linear actuation of hydraulic cylinders, their mode of operation is fundamentally different from cable-operated excavators which use winches and steel ropes to accomplish the movements.
Wikipedia
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It was a great gig last night watching British Sea Power at Clwb Ifor Bach in Cardiff. I love watching live music with lots of energy, like watching clouds approach and build up. Like machineries of Joy, one of the tracks they played. So much fun.
A good sunny day today so a long walk down the coast followed by a great gig in Cardiff watching British Sea Power, what could be better. Machineries of Joy is perfect, the wild coast and a wild night, the song is by British Sea Power.
i dont know what this is or how old it is,its been in this field for a long time,buncrana county donegal
Detail eines Belarus MTS-52 (bzw. MTZ-52; MT3-52), Bauhjahr 1974 (5. Internationales Landmaschinen Oldtimertreffen, Effingen)
---Detail of a Belarus MTS-52 (resp. MTZ-52; MT3-52), year of construction 1974 (5th International Meeting of Agricultural Machinery Oldtimers, Effingen)
font: Cavalier.
texture and effects by Remember Remember.
Detail of some restored machinery at Henwood Mill.
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Isaac Bickerstaff.
There dwelt a miller, hale and bold,
Beside the river Dee;
He worked and sang from morn till night -
No lark more blithe than he;
And this the burden of his song
Forever used to be:
“I envy nobody – no, not I -
And nobody envies me!”
“Thou’rt wrong, my friend,” said good King Hal,
“As wrong as wrong can be;
For could my heart be light as thine,
I’d gladly change with thee.
And tell me now, what makes thee sing,
With voice so loud and free,
While I am sad, though I am king,
Beside the river Dee?””
The miller smiled and doffed his cap,
“I earn my bread,” quoth he;
“I love my wife, I love my friend,
I love my children three;
I owe no penny I can not pay,
I thank the river Dee,
That turns the mill that grinds the corn
That feeds my babes and me.”
“Good friend,” said Hall, and sighed the while,
“Farewell, and happy be;
But say no more, if thou’dst be true,
That no one envies thee;
Thy mealy cap is worth my crown,
Thy mill my kingdom’s fee;
Such men as thou are England’s boast,
O miller of the Dee!
“Recall the moment that recalls you,” the Core sang, its voice a melody braided from collapsing epochs. “It is older than stars, and younger than your next breath.”
The harmonics deepened.
“All time bends toward you. All time breaks because of you. All time begins again through you.
You will end what cannot end. You will begin what cannot begin. You will stand where time kneels.”
“I don’t understand,” Adrienne whispered. “Stop speaking in riddles. Just tell me what I’m supposed to do.”
The Core answered on a soft tone, “Stand upon the Ovum Stone… and open your mind.”
Adrienne looked down. At her feet rested an egg-shaped stone, smooth, pale, impossibly ancient — a relic of the first moment, humming with energy.
She stepped onto its center.
The floating rings around the Core shifted, descending through her body like luminous vertebrae. They passed into the ground beneath her. Her muscles loosened; her weight dissolved. She hovered above the stone, suspended in a cradle of unseen force.
Unfamiliar thoughts surged through her — not memories, but possibilities. Her arms rose on instinct. Lightning crackled around the Core, spiraling upward like a storm learning to speak.
Symbols flashed before her eyes, too fast to grasp, too old to name.
The voice whispered, “Stand before the sum of all moments. Every beginning is still beginning. Every ending has already ended. Every possibility exists in superposition.”
Adrienne didn’t know how she knew — but she knew. She was the conduit. She was the interface. She was the one who could command the Core.
“Time has now ceased,” the voice murmured.
All machinery froze. The ground shuddered once. Silence swallowed everything.
Adrienne hung suspended — not breathing, not feeling, only existing. Terror flooded her.
“What have I done…”
Moments — or eternities — passed.
Then the Core spoke again, no longer melodic, but absolute, “Begin the sequencing of moments.”
Conduits erupted with blue white chronal fire. Gears slowly began to rotate, aligning constellations of runes that had not been seen since the universe was young. Pendulums resumed their swing, counting centuries, correcting drift, stitching time back together.
A haze lifted from her. Breath returned. She collapsed to her knees, trembling, exhausted.
“Reset complete,” the Core intoned.
A pause. Then, almost gently, “Would you like me to foretell your future?”
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You can view Quantum Fold episodes in order from the beginning in the album titled, "Quantum Fold":
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You can view Quantum Fold II episodes in order from the beginning in the album titled, "Quantum Fold II":
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