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
Love's shed.
Was an old blacksmiths shed 100 years ago. But I have no idea, I liked the coloured paint and composition, and Rust!
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.
i dont know what this is or how old it is,its been in this field for a long time,buncrana county donegal
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 :))
“Recall the moment that recalls you,” the Core sang, its voice a melody braided from collapsing epochs. “It is older than stars, and younger than your next breath.”
The harmonics deepened.
“All time bends toward you. All time breaks because of you. All time begins again through you.
You will end what cannot end. You will begin what cannot begin. You will stand where time kneels.”
“I don’t understand,” Adrienne whispered. “Stop speaking in riddles. Just tell me what I’m supposed to do.”
The Core answered on a soft tone, “Stand upon the Ovum Stone… and open your mind.”
Adrienne looked down. At her feet rested an egg-shaped stone, smooth, pale, impossibly ancient — a relic of the first moment, humming with energy.
She stepped onto its center.
The floating rings around the Core shifted, descending through her body like luminous vertebrae. They passed into the ground beneath her. Her muscles loosened; her weight dissolved. She hovered above the stone, suspended in a cradle of unseen force.
Unfamiliar thoughts surged through her — not memories, but possibilities. Her arms rose on instinct. Lightning crackled around the Core, spiraling upward like a storm learning to speak.
Symbols flashed before her eyes, too fast to grasp, too old to name.
The voice whispered, “Stand before the sum of all moments. Every beginning is still beginning. Every ending has already ended. Every possibility exists in superposition.”
Adrienne didn’t know how she knew — but she knew. She was the conduit. She was the interface. She was the one who could command the Core.
“Time has now ceased,” the voice murmured.
All machinery froze. The ground shuddered once. Silence swallowed everything.
Adrienne hung suspended — not breathing, not feeling, only existing. Terror flooded her.
“What have I done…”
Moments — or eternities — passed.
Then the Core spoke again, no longer melodic, but absolute, “Begin the sequencing of moments.”
Conduits erupted with blue white chronal fire. Gears slowly began to rotate, aligning constellations of runes that had not been seen since the universe was young. Pendulums resumed their swing, counting centuries, correcting drift, stitching time back together.
A haze lifted from her. Breath returned. She collapsed to her knees, trembling, exhausted.
“Reset complete,” the Core intoned.
A pause. Then, almost gently, “Would you like me to foretell your future?”
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You can view Quantum Fold episodes in order from the beginning in the album titled, "Quantum Fold":
www.flickr.com/photos/199076397@N02/albums/72177720326169...
You can view Quantum Fold II episodes in order from the beginning in the album titled, "Quantum Fold II":
www.flickr.com/photos/199076397@N02/albums/72177720331313...
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