Fell in freakin love at a thrift store. I’m so fucking pissed she was over 100$. (A good price but… I’m broke as shit) She plays records, cassettes, 8 track, the works. I wonder if anybody can identify this machine.
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An old threshing machine! This would’ve separated wheat grain from the rest of the straw. You can see it’s powered here by this old fordson tractor, and you can also see in the background the huge rain cloud that completely drenched everyone five minutes after I took the photo!
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Sunlit Warehouse
A warehouse where vintage machinery is stored.
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In a world of gears, gadgets and scrap metal, a curious calico kitten found herself lost amidst the mechanical maze. With wide eyes, she cautiously navigated the rusty terrain, her soft paws treading lightly on the weathered surfaces. The kitten's fur, a patchwork of white, orange and black, stood out against the muted tones of the surrounding machinery. As she explored deeper into the heart of this strange realm, the kitten stumbled upon an old, discarded jacket - a relic from a forgotten era. Intrigued, she nuzzled the fabric, finding comfort in its worn texture. In this moment of solace, the calico kitten felt a glimmer of hope, a reminder that even in the most unexpected places, one can find a sense of belonging. With renewed courage, she continued her journey through the mechanical labyrinth, ready to uncover the secrets hidden within its intricate depths.
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A woman uses machinery to make cups at Maple Leaf Plastics, Toronto, Ontario /
Femme fabriquant des tasses à l’aide d’une machine de la Maple Leaf Plastics, Toronto (Ontario)
Creator(s) / Créateur(s) : Chris Lund
Date(s) : February 1961 / février 1961
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"We prepare everything fresh from local ingredients," Abdu said, walking us around the Plant cafeteria. "We have grocers who bring us in-harvest vegetables and organic meats. The menu will change every week. So far, we've only used this cafeteria once. But, it is ready for when we open."
"I'm Tena Ezera Joas," the head chef said as she posed for her photograph. "I owned a high-class restaurant in Abebe Etefu. Abdu was actually a frequent patron."
We asked her how she felt about cooking for a larger population, and she laughed confidently. "The recipes are the same," she said, "It is just the quantities of ingredients that are different."
We toured the Plant locker rooms, including the wash stalls and wall-mounted showers. Everything was gleaming, fresh, and new.
Abdu led us down another hallway. "Now, a little more serious. I am taking you to see the decontamination area and the decontamination pods. These areas of the Plant were designed with the newest technologies in radiation suppression. Just do not turn on any of the nozzles."
We entered a long room that contained individual doors. "We decided not to do an open decontamination format. There is one pod for every staff member. So, you can imagine that there are a lot of pods. That is why we are glad that Wedefīti is a mile per side!"
"I am not supposed to do this," he continued, "but we still have time to re-sanitize the room before we open." He pressed a button outside one of the pods, and the lock hissed. Then, he opened the door so we could walk inside.
"The front area is for full-suit decontamination. The back is for skin decontamination. Technicians will leave their suits in the pod when they exit; the suits are cleaned as the pod undergoes its own sanitation. In the meantime, we will provide a new suit in the technician's locker."
We left the room, and the door hissed shut. "Come," he said, "I will take you to see the lab."
"Every Plant must have a good chemistry lab. The lab technicians have already been working for the last month. If you look to the right, you can see that they started by collecting samples of local flora. This is so we can start measuring the effects of Wedefīti on the local environment and make necessary changes."
The chemists introduced themselves but were wary of our notebooks and watched carefully when we wrote things down. Pictured clockwise: Esyete Rada Befikadu, Helen Melku Gedarm, and Eyoab Goytom Atikem. Pictured below: Shashu Neguse Giday. None of the scientists would tell us the specifics of what they were doing, so we assumed they were working on the project Abdu had mentioned: radiation and local ecology.
Wes Anderson Power Plants is a work of fiction. All images are generated by AI.
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Leon Leonidoff, production director of Radio City Music Hall, watches a dress rehearsal on the great stage from the twelfth row, February 2, 1933. The board in front of him contains a light chart, showing all of the 2,000 lighting combinations possible, with control buttons. It also has a microphone, making it possible to speak to any employee without having to leave his seat.
Photo: Associated Press via the Chattanooga Times Free Press
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abandoned horse drawn plow, altamont, tennessee. canon ae-1 program, velvia 50, hand-held, no filter. if you look closely, you’ll see a thin band of natural light-leak at the very top on the left. after seeing the shots, i sent the body off to determine if it could be repaired. thankfully, it was a successful triage.
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