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Cast iron pans with flat bottoms came into use when cooking stoves appeared in the mid 1800's. Before that, kettles and pots were the main utensils in open fireplaces, ovens and pits.
Memories of a masterful sunset on the Eiffel Tower.
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Souvenir d’un magistral coucher de soleil sur madame la Tour Eiffel.
The Iron Lady is the most common nickname for the Eiffel Tower.
While the name, the “Eiffel Tower”, entered the common language at the time of its inauguration, its female nature appeared more gradually over the 20th century. Of course, it can be traced back to the fact that the noun “tour” or tower in French is feminine. And if we add a bit of anthropomorphism, we can see that the monument’s four pillars, also known as legs or feet, are covered with a lacy “skirt”, from the mesh structure enhanced with fine decorative arches between the pillars.
As a symbol of the arrival of iron, industry and science, the Eiffel Tower can also be seen to be in an atypical conversation with another lady of Paris, her Gothic older sister and symbol of religion, Notre-Dame.
In the 1930s, when the Tower was nearing 50 years old, various nicknames flourished in the press and publications: “the Tall Lady”, “the Tall Beautiful Lady”, then “the Tall Iron Lady”, sometimes, remarking on her age, it was “the Old Iron Lady”... However, it was simply “the Iron Lady” which stuck and was picked up particularly by the press.
Text source: Tower’s official website.
My mother's iron
The iron is still used, but is no longer suitable for the ironing of laundry.
Macro Mondays: Back In The Day
A fence from my childhood evokes many precious memories. My grandfather was installed it back in 1939, but it is still in excellent condition.
Colour & vibrancy in Plumstead, South East London.
For some reason the passageway artwork reminded me of the great Bob Marley.
Stir it up while the sun is shining :0))
The Iron Road was installed along a stretch of disused railway embankment deep in the Forest of Dean.
Twenty evenly spaced railway sleepers placed on the gentle curve of a disused railway line bring the spirit of the Forest’s industrial past to life.
Carved out of the wood are poetic images of natural or industrial life-a feather, a leaf, a wheel, a factory or a cloud.
The jar with water pouring out refers to the stream running under the embankment. The wood is a Eucalyptus called Jarrah, and the sleepers were obtained from the London underground.
A carver of wood and stone, Keir Smith worked on The Iron Road for almost a year
A quite like the lens reflections and the reflection of the red pot of paint I used to set up the shot. Usually I would change the angle but preferred them in!
HMM!
A Spoonful
Bear Den Mountain, Adirondacks
I long for the days when I had a constitution of steel, driven to climb all of the peaks arrayed before me, and all the other compass points I could turn and look out at from this vantage point. This place has long been a favorite spot to break out my gear and look for compositions, whether as part of the longer hike south of me, or as a destination for a shorter outing. This morning the sun has gained on me, low in winter trajectory and casting its shadows as it clears the ridges behind me. Its burn highlights the iron oxide in an erratic deposited here in the pleistocene, as the massive ice sheets sculpted the Adirondack dome. North Country lore is sprinkled with iron. Furnaces and ore pits still stand in parts of the landscape, a history hinted at in my reddish-tinged granite boulder, posing on the verge of the Ausable Valley. I’ve been fortunate to have explored so much of America’s wildness; this country stands as hard as any landscape I’ve been in, and it hardens those willing to return after being scathed. Switchbacks were mostly unheard of up here, so topping these mountains is as much a matter of iron will as physical prowess. I have a long and chequered history of loves, romantic and spiritual, each accusing the other of time spent devoting my fidelities elsewhere. My regrets haunt me still. Rock will wear smooth, the forests will darken, iron will rust, and youth fades. The heart never concedes.
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Today is a red day at Color my World Daily and the theme at Macro Mondays is iron. I have a hate / love relationship with iron. I had an iron deficiency for several years, so I had to take iron quite often. I’m always stressing about having enough iron in my blood… So that is the hate part. As for the love part: I absolutely love to take macro pictures of anything iron and the more texture the better. I truly enjoyed taking pictures for this theme and I hope you will like it. Have a great Monday my friends !
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An antique iron we used as a door stop until it made a rust mark on the floor. The picture is just under 75mm square. HMM and thanks for any views, faves and comments.
Local Iron Works which became famous for its ornamental iron work before switching to the supply side of boiler plate and household plumbing items.