cattle mutilation

i like cranes. i like to photograph cranes. it's in line with my general interests, that is, ensouled machinery & infrastructure. i think almost all modern beasts—especially if electricity is involved—cranes and utility poles and computers, have some sort of life to them. people think this sort of thing with cars, do they not? is it so bad to extend this logic?

i think that, with their massive structured bodies, imposing presence and lovely shapes, cranes imprint themselves on so many people that they may as well have souls. not to mention the people directly working with them.

it's hard for me not to get attached to these things. i particularly fell in love with the crane in the image, for example

he has such a brittle foundation but a strong presence. and a good location. he looks high and mighty where he lives. or lived, depending on when you are reading this

these creatures are so foreign, in reality. they are all angles and lines and stick up so very strangely and they haul materials for buildings you might never care about. but they stay in the sky for such a long time, and they are even nice enough to pose for you. it's beautiful work, and if i were such a proud beast i would hope that people appreciated me.

just such striking silhouettes. i want to be a crane when i grow up.

don't you understand me a little bit?

note that i'm not talking about object sexuality here. although i am well acquainted with that community, i'm not that kind of person.