Industrial Swaledale. (Ten little fingers, ten little toes, one touch of this machine and off they goes).

Lovely.

Always good Brian

Fabulous painting, you have captured the rust colours brilliantly, great work Brian.

Great painting and poem Brian - I'll keep well away from this machine!

Thank you for your generous comments Shirley, Heather & Paul.

Thanks you Sandra. The poem originates from my childhood. As a young boy I passed through an old iron foundry on my walk to school & we used to pass by and chat to the joiner in his shop. This poem was on a sign that sat proudly above his circular saw & it had the same effect on me as it had on you. I suppose it was the first health & safety sign I ever saw & I've never forgotten it. Perhaps that is why I ended up in Health & Safety management when I grew into long trousers.

Colourful and full of contrast.

Love the poem, Brian - the painting’s good, too!

Superb stuff as always! Love it! Fascinating composition!

Thanks for taking the time to comment Stephen, Jenny & Thalia. Keep safe. (and, not necessarily from old machinery whilst this virus is doing its rounds)