Last of the summer grazing, first of the long fall evenings. Warm air cooling gently, most flies knocked down by cold nights, Canada Geese overhead. Ben is one of our most photogenic horses, with his blonde mane and tail:
Nearby are Frysco and Kass:
and some of the other schoolies:
And Mia, who's still nursing her soon-to-be-weaned foal;
We spent the day at the Canadian Aviation and Space Museum, which has an excellent collection. The space part's a bit thin, but then Canada's not exactly a space powerhouse despite what we tell ourselves.
Napier Sabre 24 cylinder sleeve valve engine
I'm always a pilgrim to the engine section. Engines are a highly compressed amalgams of theory made real. Every valve, pump, duct, nut, bolt, piston, housing, even the metal threads on the hoses above, even the things that happen inside the engine, has been defined by numbers and mathematics. Numbers into the real world, and not just into a static object, but an object that actually changes the world by converting one kind of energy into another.
Beautiful, ain't it? Look at the cutaway, where in some parts there are flowing, organic curves, and others hard machined edges. And imagine all the things happening at once here, at incredible speeds!
If the great piston engines seem to be carved out of solid metal, the jet turbines are often delicate sheet metal origami of the highest order. Only the discoloration of the fins gives a clue to the roaring, blistering blast of hot gases: