Rustic, i am feeling old like this milk machine in the fields behind the dogpark.
I don't know if the milk machine still works, or if it has been replaced by a newer model. Or that it is broken and much too expensive to repair. He is standing there alone, a sort of monument to the profession of farmer, of dairy cattle farmer.
A dying profession in the Netherlands due to all the rules, regulations and conditions for animal welfare. Rules are good but we must be able to work. To have a company, to earn a living and make money.
This machine is a kind of monument. A reminder of other times. Just like everything else in life, yesterday is the past, a memory of existence. Live now .... before you know it , you are rusty!