1,689 Comments for Eagle River Power Station

Great angle ... great colours ... great shot.

I am the captain and this is my shrine.
Lord of the manor. See what I leave behind.
River in flames, cities on fire.
Yes, I'm a relic trapped in the wire.

Hydrogen fuel, it burns so clean,
throbs in the veins; a mother lovin' machine.
She is my wife. Her mechanical heart
constantly serving 'til death do us part.

Now a glorious war draws to a close.
The yellow winds blow. And I have to know.
Oh industry, whatever will become of me?
Soon the cruel rains will start.
Is it true we must part company?
Oh industry, whatever will become of me?
What have I ever done?
Where did I go wrong?

Joined at the hip; pain, hunger and I,
leave our gift to the world 'neath the phosphorous sky.
A labor of love is the truest of all.
But will I be forsaken after the fall?

Now a glorious war draws to a close.
The yellow winds blow. And I have to know.
Oh industry, whatever will become of me?
Nothing after the flood but the fire and the mud's prophecy.
Oh industry, whatever will become of me?
Of me?

Industry, charity, faith, hope.
Industry, charity, faith, hope.
Industry, charity, faith, hope.
Industry, charity, faith, hope.
Industry, charity, faith, hope . . .

Ok...what movie is this from? And it fits so well, me thinks!

Scald schmald. Betcha that kind of heat would make al dente veggies in no time.

Gauges? Gauges? We don't need no steekin' gauges.

I am assuming that the cock-eyed piece along the top is some sort of cover for them?

I think so! I know I would be!

Motts, you have done it again. My Snoopy dance just finished, and I'm too tired to do the pirate dance right now. I HAFTA go to school in the morning. I will curse my addiction tomorrow!

Brings whole new light to the term "He was a captain of industry."

Yep ... my word for the night is "industry" and all forms thereof. Eh ... I'm tired.

The high ceilings and the glass remind me of a cathedral ... then with the machinery in the limelight ... might it be a "Church of Industry?"

Hesphestus (sp?) would weep tears of joy in this place.

You're a poet! :)

Goody! New Stuff!

Does this shot remind anybody else of the "Sweat Shop" scene in "The Wiz?" It's so ... industrial. Lovin' it ... as per usual, Mr. Motts.

Maybe dude swallowed his gum, Backy. Didja ever think of that?

I needs one with a bomit hole cut into it. :-(

The weight capacity written on the side is like 80 tons or something

". . . How sweet the sound
That saved a wretch like me"

I take it you were singing that old chuch hymn, "Amazing Motts", no?

"We're caught in a trap, I can't walk out..."