I love the old machinery that lies about farms -- so much more interesting than the dead computers and other techno junk that gathers at my house.
Words to walk with:
From The Wheel by Sarah Day
"It all began with the wheel,
dispassion cast in the first axle
that would one day outstrip
the most dogged footprint.
Inevitable, that the rider in the chariot
looking up, see one who, passing in a cloud
of dust of rut flinging clod of bog,
regale them, as obsolete
or pass on, future-blinded;"