Photography takes an instant out of time, altering life by holding it still. — Dorthea Lange
dreams dug out of dirt
exposed for all to see
nature reclaims her
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When my father (and tool and die maker) died I moved his tools to my home. The milling machine sat in a shed for a couple years and nature’s need to oxidize quickly made it unusable. I felt a good deal of shame in allowing this to happen. On Sunday my desire to make an adapter which would allow me to mount my Hasselblad lenses on the Ultima gave me the impetus to get the mill up and running. A long, hard day with wire brushes on grinders, WD40, and grease put me straight with my deceased dad; and by 10 pm I had my adapter. He made the precision tables himself. Unfortunately the “jeweled” surfaces were partially destroyed by rust and my cleaning of same. Scars: evidence of my neglect.
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the mill looks incredible! I bet you feel some cosmic relief from not letting it sit too long. dodging a bullet as they say. is that black ring what i think it is?