Grinder Wheel

Tick, Tock... Tick, Tock... A clock ticks and slowly lulls you to sleep...

6 AM on a beautiful Sunday morning in a sleepy suburb in central Ohio.  Dynamic birdsong, passing planes, nearby A/C units, and a few distant dog barks.  Typical Americana in the 21st century...

Open the sliding door and step out on your small concrete balcony overlooking the streets below in the middle of downtown.  Skyscrapers rise around you, the subway station sits a few blocks away, and as usual, a new high rise is busy being constructed just a short distance away.  

Water lapping against the pier, distant ocean waves, seagulls and flocks of birds call out, speedboats pass by, freighters and tug boats dock and depart, flags flap and clank against the metal poles in the gusty wind, bicycles and motorbikes pass by on the road behind, and a train passes a few miles away...

Whir and hum of a old bench grinder...

Stereo drone of twin fans in sync...

Ambient whine of an electric motor...

A sunny summer day at the beach on the Atlantic coast...

Raindrops fall and bounce off of a glass sunroof during a summer storm...

Thunder claps behind the varying downpour of a storm in the suburbs...