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.
i dont know what this is or how old it is,its been in this field for a long time,buncrana county donegal
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 :))
Giacinto Guffanti cement factory then Italcementi Spa cement factory, Albino. Founded 1886, renovated 1940s, demolished 2019.
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!