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A macro of a kitchen clock made by E. Ingraham Co. circa 1915. #KitchenClock #clock #E.IngrahamCo. #WindUp #key #circa1915 #old #vieux #alt #BristolConnecticut
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This is my Pathe windup phonograph which dates from the turn of the last century. It boasts an original red horn, which is battered with age but which still belts out a fair old sound! This plays Pathe discs from the centre out, which is a bit of a novelty, and other makes from the outside in as usual.
The disc it is playing here is an orchestral version of The Teddy Bear's Pic-nic, which I wish I could share with you. There is quite a convincing growl throughout, perhaps not the kind of bear one would wish to meet in the wood! lol.
I sometimes stop and wonder what times this old machine has lived through. Several wars for sure, and, I wonder what comfort, solace and hopefully, joy it may have brought to it's companions of the day.
52:52 Music
Macro Mondays theme 'keyhole'.
It's the keyhole of my little windup Morris Minor, dating back to 1952.
(The whole car is just over 3 inches)
Once upon a time there was a windup doll that was discarded by its owner. Unbeknownst to the owners intention the windup doll went on a journey to find its long lost owner. The windup doll set out on its journey never stopping ,always moving, time begin to pass, days became months, months became years .It still searched even as its parts begin to grow weaker , the winder on its back beginning to rust ,its movement becoming slower with each step. Through its travels it reached a vast land riddled with broken and discareded dolls. As it walk across the land it found one sitting across a slanted table, that look as though it was waiting for its owner as well.So for first time in its journey it decided to stand and rest beside the rusted doll...wondering how long would it be before i would look like this doll .The doll became tired as the minutes passed, the rusted winder begin to wind down its body slouched,her robotic heart that had lighten with hope begin to dim and her eyes slowly closed as winder came to a halt its final thought as it entered its eternal slumber was "I will not be discared like these dolls when my eyes finally open again, i just know that my owner will be there with a smile on their face and say"Yes I finally found you !"...not knowing that ironically the place she had came to rest for a while would be her final resting place...…
Further detail & extra pics of this specific pic
can be found here anekosworld.blogspot.com/
Location: maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Retrospect/236/28/21
tuneage: www.youtube.com/watch?v=cHHLHGNpCSA
Evening settle in over part of the Grand Staircase Escalante area in Utah; photographed from our patio at Kiva Koffeehouse (great spot to stay if you're ever in the area).
According to the national park service, the Grand Staircase is an immense sequence of sedimentary rock layers that stretch south from Bryce Canyon National Park through Zion National Park and into the Grand Canyon. In the 1870s, geologist Clarence Dutton first conceptualized this region as a huge stairway ascending out of the bottom of the Grand Canyon northward with the cliff edge of each layer forming giant steps. Dutton divided this layer cake of Earth history into five steps that he colorfully named Pink Cliffs, Grey Cliffs, White Cliffs, Vermilion Cliffs, and Chocolate Cliffs. Since then, modern geologists have further divided Dutton's steps into individual rock formations.
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This is the keyhole for a windup clock. It's quite different from a door's keyhole. It's a round slotted keyhole. The clock key is shaped differently too.
Happy Macro Mondays HMM!
Roll out the barrel, we'll have a barrel of fun
Roll out the barrel, we've got the blues on the run
Zing boom tararrel, ring out a song of good cheer
Now's the time to roll the barrel, for the gang's all here
Drinking freshly brewed Cona coffee and listening to old 78s on a windup gramophone by the rich warm glow of an oil lamp — a lovely cosy and relaxing way to spend the evening.
SSR train 1845 winds its way west near Tarana, with SSR-RL304 C504 and C506 providing the muscle. 4 Aug 2019, Tarana, Central West, NSW, AU
Here’s a rectangle
There’s a round
I see red
Below it brown
The black is straight
The red is swoopy
Its mostly corrugated
(This is goofy)
- Peter Rice
Built for my Iron Builder round against Cecilie Fritzvold.
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Windups are normally used to drain land, but at Wicken Fen they are actually using it to pump water on to the land, to prevent the peat drying out.
Minolta Autocord, Kentmere 400 @ISO400, orange filter, Caffenol CL-CS, 15°C starting temperature, 60 minutes, Zone Imaging Eco Zonefix.
Lady Priscilla thought she was alone as she settled into her bath. But when she realized such was not the case, she...errr...doused the lights, so to speak.
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From the most anticipated 2009 issue, should be on newstands now.
Props to Aaron Van Dike for assistance and for the use of his hands in the photo, as well as the use of one of his lights so I could have four lights.
Probably one of my favorite shots I've done this year. Let me know what you think!
Also, this photo was essentially unedited, with the exception of fixing a flare from a light. I wanted to nail the shot without relying on editing.
to see the lighting setup (four alien bee lights): www.flickr.com/photos/aaronvandike/3094006749/
It's almost cliche to say it, but shooting macro really does make you see things you'd miss otherwise. Even so, I almost missed this budding tulip. It was surrounded by others and not as tall -- so I'm guessing that's why its leaf nearly wraps around the bud here -- echoing its unfolding. The rain had just stopped, adding a few droplets to the mix.
Thanks to Paul-S for pointing out the "golden ratio." Gotta love it when nature imitates math class.
Built for my Iron Builder round against Cecilie Fritzvold.
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“Oh you know me. I have no emotions. I'm a robot. Or a nun. A robot nun.”
―(David Nicholls)―
My tiny wind-up Gorilla (could he be King-Kong?) keeps my small robot Nun company, atop one of my bookshelves.