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28 COG 1960 Ford Thames Trader. On the B2036 Balcombe Road passing Maidenbower taking part in the Historic Commercial Vehicle Society (HCVS) London to Brighton run, 8 May 2022.
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!
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.
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):
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.
A visit to Zeche Zollern industrial museum in Dortmund, Germany. Always a favourtite place to do a trip to.
Another archive shot from a derelict wool mill in Somerset, UK.
Despite half of the roof being missing, the light in this part of the complex is superb, and is ideal for picking out the intricate details of the grease on the cogs and cobwebs between the wheels!
taken using my favourite 50mm prime lens...