Big Transformers (No, Not The Toy)

ISAslot

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On the way to work I walk past a Transformer yard belonging to a power plant. There is a large, rounded rectangle, light blue one with various radiator offshoots with little electric fans installed under each. It stands at the head of a line of transformers or similar size. They sit on little concrete slabs surrounded by a sea of little white stones. About a half dozen pair of ceramic insulators stand at the top of the longer sides of the transformers, and the wires attached to them are supported by a surrounding metal framework. Where there are boxes attached to the outside of the transformer, tapered weather stains can be seen streaking below them.

It seems like an older transformer to me. It hums loud. The others don?t seem to make such a racket. Since I?ve started working at this job, it seems to be getting louder.

The transformer fascinates me.
The feeling I get it hard to put into words, but it seems like all the little aspects of the scene that I take in with my senses contribute to it. The power of its hum can be felt in the ground, as you get closer to it. When it is cold or hot, I?ll think of in what way it effects the transformer. Sometimes I'll get a smell of what I assume is the oil that is inside the humming behemoth. It reminds me of the similar feeling I get for older buildings. They seem to hold weight, as if them being in the same spot for such a long time has created a 'trough' in space-time. If I stay with the feeling, I may get a quick image of old rusty water tower sitting atop an old factory in a city I?ve never been in with a, just pre sun set, setting sun, shining an almost green light about it, and it sitting there in a silence of its pure patience.

Although, with the transformer, its electricity seems to give it its age.

Anyone know where to find pictures of large transformers? I'd like to also know more about them as well. All I seem to be able to find right now is little transformers.

If you need me, I?ll be kneeling eye level with the top of my desk, on which is my router and cable modem rest, watching the blinking lights, and pondering the ?weight? of the disciplined transferring of electrons.