Gas Pumps & Stations
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The pumping station Zeldert is a former steam pumping station in the Eem Valley. The pumping station is located on the municipal border of Baarn with Amersfoort. It was built as a steam pumping station in 1896, after it was washed away at a dyke breach. In 1926 the steam pumping station was replaced by an electric pumping station.
Not been feeling it of late. Our pumpkin is coming on anyway.
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Pumpjacks extract petroleum products on a peninsula of the Big Mineral Arm of Lake Texoma at North Texas’ Hagerman National Wildlife Refuge.
I received an AWESOME gift from the owner of Rotten & had to do a quick snap showcasing her talent!
Featuring the "Cold Baby" gacha @ Epiphany!
Worn:
Frostbitten Fingers (rare)
Blistered Cheeks
Bleak Contour
Discolored Eyes
Our Autumn leaves have fallen.
I don't know the story of the water pump in the forest but made an interesting photo.
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Today I went out for a rural sunset, after a bit a light unfortunately a large layer of clouds blocked the real colors. However, this shot was on the way. I couple of weeks agoI racebiked past this pumping station (gemaal) and like the setting a lot.
Hope you have a great weekend and many thanks for your favs, comments and views :-)
A resident swallow in the country often sighted in the countryside continuously gliding close to water bodies and around puddles on dirt roads. They are also the most common swallows to see at eye level, the others like the the Barn swallows and the Streak Throated Swallows are bit tough to get that level.
The birds often nest under road drains, bridges or culverts. They swoop wet mud from wet areas and then build their nest in a laborious process.
During my Himalayan trip , I found a small flock of these birds picking up mud next to a small hand pump in a muddy patch. They were making multiple trips in building their nests. I wondered where they are setting up their nests for a while and finally found the answer. The birds were laying nests in the roof corners of shops in the area. And the shopkeepers did not mind the nests and Swallows inside their nests much to my delight. The ceiling is only like 8 feet in most places (to keep the heat at ground level) and they don't use fans due to the cold.
Many thanks in advance for your views, likes and faves. Much appreciated.
Abandoned power plant for a former paper factory
The last part of the power plant in this stream shows the old boiler house, which contains two water pipe radiant boilers by Steinmüller, built in 1936 and 1950, with travelling grate firing for hard coal - operating pressure 25 atü. I hope, my English is correct ;-)
A large and well-organised pile of timber in the corner of the pump station grounds.
On closer inspection, the top edges of each piece if bevelled off nicely, so we surmised that they are actually posts (eg fencepost, marker posts, etc) waiting to be deployed.
You can see one of the massive 22 ton flywheels through the windows.
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A cotton field irrigation pump in Safford, Arizona. Behind the pump is a concrete trough that runs for miles along the side of the road. A combination of the natural slope of the ground and some help as needed from pumps along the way keeps the water moving. Mid picture is what is left in the field after a cotton picker has harvested the cotton. A cloudy, stormy sky is hanging low over the Pinalena Mountains in the background.
It is that time of year where things might go bump in the night, the chill starts to set in, and the Pump-King awakens. Imagination and senses go wyld. He is coming for you Barbra.
Mood: I'm Your Boogie Man (Dance Remix)
While driving the back roads of Minnesota in the middle of the night, you've yet to see another car on the road . . . your gas tank gauge is hovering near empty . . . fortunately you spot an island of light in the dark . . . YES! A place to fill up . . . but you notice someone wandering about, just outside of the range of light from the island . . . the person is carrying something . . . sticks, a bat, a tripod??? . . . the last item is illogical . . . why would someone be taking a photograph of a gas pump in the middle of the night . . . common sense tells you to keep driving . . . better to be safe than sorry.
My inspiration for photographing gas stations at night were the images taken by Frank Loose which can be seen here www.flickr.com/photos/frankloose/albums/72157720238061513
Looking forward to more nights out looking for other gas stations to photograph.
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An extensive row of gas booster pumps that once supplied a large factory which has long been abandoned.
A rusted water pump without a handle greets occasional visitors to this multi-faceted barn that has several additions to the original structure. Few youngsters today can identify with pumps like this and an older adult has to explain to them what purpose they served years ago.
Before we got electricity on our farm in 1949, our farm place had a couple of these and one of them was a shorter version standing on the edge of a white tin sink in our kitchen and was the source for water in our home. There was no switch on our kitchen pump and if you wanted a cool drink on a hot summer day you had to grab the handle and pump up and down until the pump “caught” and started to bring up water.
I was too young at the time to understand the physics behind how a pump could bring up water by simply pumping the handle but I learned not to feel badly about my ignorance as I realized my mother who was 38 at the time didn’t understand it either. She would often have to go outside and yell for my dad to come in and she would advise him the pump was dry probably needed new rings as it would not work anymore.
Dad would snort and find some water to pour down the pump shaft and then give the handle some strong action and it wasn’t long before water would once again gush out.
Our outside pump near the hog shed was another matter. Sometime my dad would have to start a small fire in the winter time to thaw it out before it would work. My older brothers who fancied themselves aspiring Red Skeleton comedians would encourage me to lick the pump handle, telling me the sub-zero winter temperatures made it taste sweet.
(Photographed near Stark, MN)