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Cogs, chains for a 50th birthday with both tiers chocolate, one chocolate mud with chocolate mousse, and another chocolate with caramel, chocolate mousse and vanilla.
TÃtulo: "Un pedacito de mi vida"
Técnica: Mixta
2010
"No hay nada más difÃcil que defender a la libertad de los libertarios"
[Bogotá - Colombia]
Instruction #4 - an example of human ingenuity which would otherwise go unnoticed. This was a bit of a tricky one and I can't seem to find examples of the kind of genuine, impromptu problem solving ingenuity that I'd hoped to find in response to this instruction, the kind that I've seen in other, poorer parts of the world, where ingenuity is often borne out of necessity. So instead I've opted for a clever bit of mass produced engineering, the type which I still think is pretty ingenious and is largely unnoticed - gear cogs and a bicycle chain.
found this on the way home from work, and had a little chuckle...anyone wanna put this on a bike? ;)
Stereograph of the Cog Railway, NH. Railway inventor Sylvester Marsh and his investors in the cog Railway pose along the first section of track built to tes
t engine No 1, Peppersass.
This is from the industrial area just were I live. There used to be shipyards there. Today the snow finaly came to bergen, and the beautiful blue light at night!
Two-car cog railway train approaches the boarding platform
Manitou and Pike's Peak Cog Railway web site:
Manitou and Pike's Peak Cog Railway (Wikipedia):
The ship sails through rough North Atlantic waters along the Norwegian mountains.
After the end of the Viking Age and the transition into the early Middle Ages, ship technology in the North and Baltic Sea regions began to undergo significant development, closely associated with changing trade patterns, economic interests, and a growing network of maritime routes. Whereas Viking longships were primarily optimised for swift raids, coastal navigation, and agile manoeuvring, the following centuries brought forth the need for larger, more robust, and more capacious vessels, better able to withstand the harsh conditions of the North Atlantic and to transport goods over greater distances.
Especially from the Danish waters and the Hanseatic towns along the southern coast of the Baltic Sea—cities such as Lübeck, Rostock, and Wismar—trade routes were gradually established stretching northwards along the Norwegian coasts, onward to the Faroe Islands, Iceland, and in some cases even as far as Greenland. These journeys required ships capable of carrying large volumes of cargo, maintaining stability on open seas, and fitted with rigging that could exploit shifting winds. The result was a range of ship types, such as the knarr and the cog, developed and refined to meet these new demands.
With these more voluminous vessels, merchants, fishermen, and whalers could transport stockfish, hides, whale oil, and other valuable goods between the North Atlantic islands and continental Europe. Bergen in Norway became a crucial hub, where the German Hanseatic League, among others, established permanent trading offices (the Bryggen). From there, goods were redistributed to various European markets. At the same time, stations for seal hunting, whaling, and fishing were set up at strategic coastal locations, linking production areas with regional trading centres.
This evolution in ship technology and maritime infrastructure laid the foundation for a more integrated economy, where the sea was no longer merely a barrier but a vital artery connecting distant regions. It not only brought greater prosperity to the area, but also shaped a North Atlantic culture and commerce that would come to characterise the maritime world of the Middle Ages.
"Whispers of the North Sea Trade"
Beneath iron clouds and heaving tides,
Hulls strain in the grasp of chill winds,
Where once longships sliced the foam and fled,
Now broader decks bear the world’s finds.
Knarr and cog, stout of beam and keel,
Crafted in quiet, shaped by need,
Their sails yearn for far, wind-haunted isles,
Carrying more than gold or seed.
From Danish shores to Bergen’s quay,
These traders stitch distant coasts,
Binds of stockfish, hides, and oil,
Woven on oak where silence boasts.
No longer mere borders of surging brine,
The seas bend to commerce and skill,
Bridging green fjords and grey horizons,
Until distant ports stand still.
In rigging’s song and lantern’s glow,
A maritime age takes form,
Whales yield their oil, winds chart the course,
As nations meet beyond the storm.
Three Haikus:
Stout knarr on dark waves,
Whispered routes beneath grey skies,
Seas carry rich trade.
Cogs drift by damp quays,
Hanseatic tongues echo,
Goods flow like water.
Whale oil lamps glimmer,
In Bergen’s hushed evening gloom,
Masts fade into mist.
The slash in the fored from the abandoned cog railroad up Mount Beacon will reman as the track path has now become a very steep hiking trail.
My husband just blew the third crankshaft, in seven years, on our 1925ish Model T Depot Hack. While he worked on repairs I started taking pictures. He dug out old cogs to make things easier for me. But in the end I did take some pictures of the engine he's repairing as well.
Anyone who rides a fixie listens to this little guy. You hear him notching the chain up a hill, pushing back down a hill, getting louder as he wears out. Thank you cog!
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Ednath had been walking along a small dirt path in a quiet end of the Clockwork Forest. He reckoned it had been an hour or so and not much had happened. He saw a swarm of gearflies and caught a glimpse of a deer-like creature with six long giraffe legs, but so far he was getting bored of the famously strange place. In some ways, it really was just a forest, albeit made of brass, copper, gold, and silver.
The trees on the outskirts of the forest were newer and still held a brassy shine, but he was discovering that deeper inside were the tarnished trunks in deep browns and rich blacks. Copper leaves had taken on patinas of green and turquoise. The older the forest got, the more it looked like any other.
Except for the maybe the fact that many of these trees were animated. Some had faces and arms, some literally walked around, and occasionally, a bush or a rock would convert into a mobile animal-like form and skitter away.
So Ednath's mind had taken to wandering. He thought of his family mostly.
And then he smelled something... something living.
His infected senses attuned to the smells against his will. There was something to the right that was calling to him like a beacon. He paused on the path to clear his head.
"Don't be stupid." he muttered to himself.
He knew that to leave the path could never lead to a quicker resolution to his quest. It could only bring complication. It could only mean interference and possibly danger to him.
Ednath needed to see the living creature. He convinced himself that he was simply curious, that he simply had to know what it was and he would move along with his inquiring mind satiated. The Beast thrives on lies.
The recently undead man put a foot down on the underbrush, which crinkled and bent under his weight like stiff paper. A tree near him rotated slightly and its leaves turned flat towards him, in a defensive posture; but he didn't pay it any mind. Ednath was taken with desire for blood.
He wasn't aware of the change, but his incisors lengthened in his mouth as he followed the scent deeper into the wild.
Finally he came to a shallow pool with an oily sheen on it. Scraps of bolts and broken branches piled up around the pool in the small clearing. Ednath was crouching behind a large fallen trunk that had bled out a deluge of gears onto the dirt. He could sense the creature strongly, but it was remaining oddly hidden from his sight.
And then he saw a pulpy red tongue dart out from what looked like a metal lizard sitting on a branch nearby.
Without considering his action, he immediately lunged from hiding and snatched the creature from the branch; shoving it towards his mouth in one swift motion. The chameleon writhed and shifted from brassy green to black as Ednath sunk his fangs into the poor reptile's torso and started sucking it dry.
Something buzzed past his ear and he saw a small mechanical fairy enter a hole in the trunk of the closest tree. Almost instantly, the tree unfolded and reshaped itself into a large upright lupine form. The wolf snarled at him in a gnash of gears and grinding metal, "RELEASE MY PET, NOW!"
Ednath turned towards the bipedal iron wolf just in time to see the claws coming at his face.
Then there was darkness.
for 4 sessions
Learn to make Denyse Schmidt's vintage-inspired Cog & Wheel quilt pattern. This class for experienced sewers will focus on how to work with a commercial quilt pattern, handling tricky bias-cut patches, how to fussy cut fabric for graphic effect and stitching set-in curves with confidence. Students will complete the quilt top only in this class. Denyse Schmidt Cog & Wheel pattern included.