Machinery Ephemera
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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
my thoughts on the laowa 65mm:
www.aarondesigns.org/Laowa-65mm-f28-2x-2to1-SuperMacroLens/
shot with a fujifilm x-s10 and a venus optics laowa 65mm f/2.8 2x macro lens
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.
This was an upgraded grain elevator setup back in 1960 or so.Now it is just an interesting relic of a bygone era. Abandoned in the windfarm near Lee,IL.
shot on a lubitel 166b with lomography color negative 400 120 film. from the first roll of film i've ever shot. developed at home, dslr digitized.
As it's Valentines day , I thought I'd better post something a little different. this is a diamond ring I made on the beach last year. machineries of joy , by British Sea Power is perfect, as making these stone sculptures gives me great joy :))
The mighty machinery cranking along to pull all the cable cars on the double daisy chain between Tung Chung and Ngong Ping Village, on Lantau Island, Hong Kong.
font: Cavalier.
texture and effects by Remember Remember.
Detail of some restored machinery at Henwood Mill.
www.flickr.com/photos/28429128@N05/12859955785/in/set-721...
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!