The Museum which is all run by volontear by retired doctors, engines men and women all help to run and maintain all the machines, gardens even the coffee shop. Why do they do it? I feel it reminds them of the passed, childhood. Dads and granddads working with these machine. But their maybe something romantic about it. Or is it the power of the machines? The hard labor?
When I walked around the smell of the work shop and smell of grease,the smell of metal reminded me of my childhood in the workshop with my dad. The quitter sound of the repeated sound of cogger and piedones going up and down just reminded me of the pass.
What came to my mind when walking around was who made the choice that these out of date machine should be kept. Their must have been some think active about them. I see then now as a functional peace of sculptor. It maybe a machine and have a reason but it still works for me as a functional peace of engineering.
I have never understood engineering nor will I ever. But I see the creativeness that in it that a engineer wouldn't.
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