There is a story in old machines and mechanical things. The souls of the men and women who worked them, and worked with them are imprinted into their inner workings.
There’s beauty to be found in a well used piece of equipment. Every dent, ding, and scratch as well as each layer of old and new paint, were all put there by human hands. Hands that started their relationship with the machine soft and clean, become permanently stained and roughened by it. In that sense they are connected, like old pals who have come to know each other all to well.
Whose hands worked this machine? What were their names? What were they like? What did they dream about?
These motors are hard. You’d certainly chip a tooth on one, or bang your funny bone on one and it wouldn’t be funny at all. And their lines soft. The engineer who designed them saw more than just their utility. There is art here.
Looking closely at this anchor, it appears that it was forged not cast. The work and workmanship that went into it is scarcely known to us today. How many of us have made a mark on this world with our hands that will stand the same test of time?
According to Wikipedia, “Foam elastomer fenders cannot deflate” when compared to air filled boat fenders. I wonder about the many boats who’s hulls have been protected by these fenders that were made to last. How many thousands of nautical miles have have been squished into them?
