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Old concrete roadbed is broken up into chunks prior to removal from G Line near Hoyt-Schermerhorn over the weekend. The work is performed prior to pouring of new concrete roadbed and installation of new track and associated hardware. This photo shows the Brokk machine, used to break up old concrete track. Photo by Metropolitan Transportation Authority / Leonard Wiggins.
I'm no great follower of the phrase: "If you love what you do, you never work a day in your life". The intended sentiment is obvious, that life is more meaningful when you spend your days doing something of personal value. But the implication is that work itself in the enemy. When I was younger, that's how I felt. Every job I'd been presented with was beyond the capacity of either my body or my mind. Tossing hay bales, running cable, or sitting at a desk for hours on end. At the end of a day, I felt either exhausted or depressed – often both. I didn't understand that the work itself wasn't wrong, just wrong for me.
This week, I watched a wonderful new movie called "Perfect Days". There isn't a lot of actual plot, but it manages to capture the purity in an ordinary working existence. The main character, a sixty-something man in Tokyo, cleans public toilets for a living. His days are simple, and rather repetitive. The first half of the story is mostly spent in establishing this. But what it reveals is someone deeply content and strongly passionate, despite his nearly-silent nature. He appreciates books, music, and light through the leaves. He takes photographs with an old film camera, mostly of the treetops, though he never shows them to anyone. His dreams are vibrant every night, and he wakes up content.
I don't believe that you can ever be free of work, and if anything, you'll be happier seeking it out. The beauty I've found with my daily journal is what's kept me working 7 days a week, these past 6,259 days of my life. Make no mistake, it feels like work indeed. Often a hike goes on hours past the point when I'm totally exhausted, and I can't rest with night coming on. Maybe my stack of books to sign and mail leaves my wrists and shoulders aching. Could be my bad back has been asked to sit too long, at my keyboard or in my car. Perhaps my heart feels heavy, and the effort of lifting words to the surface is a drag. Despite that, I love what I do. It's work by any definition, but wild with meaning.
December 30, 2024
Central Clarence, Nova Scotia
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In very poor light, I was surprided that this shot was even usable, but the blur on the guy using the saw ...sort of adds a bit of action to an otherwise fairly dull picture ..
Tell me what you think.
A la luz muy pobre, me surprided que esta foto era aún utilizable, pero la falta de definición en el hombre con la sierra ... un poco, añade un poco de acción a una imagen de lo contrario bastante aburrido ..
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Neil.
He aquà el mándala ya colado en forma parcial. Falta aún todo el contorno que representa al universo!
Colar cada una de las piezas respetando la situación original fue muy difÃcil. Opté por recomenzar de cero con cada sección respetando el estilo propuesto, hubo cambios de diseño pero mismo espÃritu y creo que quedó mejor que en el borrador inicial!
Colorado Springs, CO - In the day when life was work, and work was life.
This was taken at Rock Ledge Ranch Historic, a diverse outdoor museum that engages, inspires, and educates guests with the cultural and agricultural stories of those who inhabited the area from 1775-1909.
The "museum" is a working ranch stuck in time, volunteers can farm like people did back in the time before machines and automation. Adults and children dress the part and play their role in this ranch from the past.
Taipei is full of things you would never expect to see in the States. Here, we have a work safe Sybian variant, with stirrups and no accessory attachment features. I am even more amused by the sign, which reads "Please Feel Free To Use The Equipments".
It's a Panasonic EU 6441 JOBA Horse Riding Fitness Equipment.
Here is my work keys.
The content is slowly evolving to give me a handy in my pocket tool kit.
The gerber clutch is my mini multitool. I haven't had it too long, and it replaced my leatherman Skeletool, which I used to clip onto the keys. The clutch is at least as useful as the skeletool for my job, but is a lot smaller.
I also have an old style wave which lives in my bag, and I carry if I know I need something heavier
The Kathmandu torch is handy, but not exciting. One day I hope to find something of similar size, but of a higher class. LED with a push button, small, preferably metal. I haven't tried real hard to find one though.
Reciently the torch has starting being a bit erratic, so i'll be looking for a replacement a bit harder now
A westbound Metra work train rolls along the Elgin Subdivision in Wood Dale. NIRC SW1500 5 brings a "shoving platform" and some ballast cars along the former Milwaukee Road.
3/52 "Work" #52 of 2017
I'm away on holiday, self catering on my own, so I figured cooking my dinner is "Work"! My first day in a little cottage in Yorkshire, and I had to hunt cupboards for utensils and only had a little bit of work surface to prepare everything.
It was a Mushroom Risotto, using dried wild mushrooms.
What a loooong work! It takes a very long time to colour the hair in this way. Maybe a rerooting would have taken less time, but in this way I can obtain locks that blend from red/orange to pink, to purple, to blue, to green and finally to yellow.
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Che lavorooooone!! Ci vuole davvero tanto tempo a colorare i capelli in questo modo. Forse un reroot sarebbe stato più veloce, ma on questa maniera posso ottenere boccoli che sfumano dal rosso/arancio al rosa, al viola, al blu, al verde per terminare col giallo.