Saturday, April 14, 2012

peeling stride automatic

Paint peeling.

From the train I watch a man stride purposefully across a large, otherwise empty field, bright green with new grass.

In a car park as the driver leaves his VW Passat drop head, its roof automatically rises and assembles itself motivated by separate by linked hydraulic operations. A pleasure to watch. Like a bird settling down and folding its wings at leisure.

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