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Not a sugar shack in Chesterfield, NH. The barn glimpsed on the right collapsed with the snow this winter.
waiting for the rain to stop ;) - at the wellknown Kater Cafe /
De Kater heeft de uitstraling van een gezellig café met redelijk wat hout, een grote bar en zitjes. Naast de gezelligheid vindt je er ook wat chique elementen terug waarvan het spiegelplafond het opvallendste is. De Kater zit in een statig pand zoals die veel aan deze kant van de Oude Markt staan. Voor het café vindt je een groot terras.
This bucket was one of many hand made by a Mr. Wager (and his father and grandfather), the farmers who used many of these to catch maple sap for sugar until he replaced the whole set with aluminum buckets in the 1960s. Now it is used as a waste-paper basket.
Taken for Flickr's Our Daily Challenge: SPLENDID DECAY
I forgot about this one in my KFC bucket run. The 137 Avenue KFC still has the original sign and bucket.
Funny enough I found this in my sis' fridge next to a small jar of mayonaise. If only I had a bucket of the stuff too.
One of my neighbor pickens donned a bucket and danced around as his friends play a home made xylophone. I've got a great video of this, too.
bucket found under existing slab with roof slates painted terracotta and lump of terracotta ridge tile
Well, they're seats in a T-bucket. A nicely done custom interior, the speakers indicate a sound system of some sort. That Ford emblem might be the only actual Ford part, though perhaps the frame could be too. I think that's a can of bear spray under the passenger dash...
Taken in 2008.
A big green bucket of bras on Beach Street during the August Moon Festival in Boston's Chinatown.
Three different drivers took turns steering this bucket of bolts with a full house of riders from Albuquerque to Memphis. I tried to try to sit near the front to keep from being rattled around as the rear tires didn't seem to be balanced. I sat next to a guy my age riding from Los Angeles. He was going back to Nashville for Thanksgiving and for a chance to see the damage to his hometown neighborhoods in Nashville that were damaged by flooding this summer.
We got to take an extra long break in Amarillo when changing drivers. The new driver, named Labanda, had to deal with a passenger who was becoming increasingly intoxicated at each stop. She got one whiff of the passenger and exclaimed, "Oh no! You've been drinkin." She made a desperation pounding gesture on the side of the bus, (er, bolt bucket,) pointed to the security guard and said, "See him? He's not gonna let you ride this bus. Your gonna get your stuff and stay here until you sober up."
Delays like this added up as we continued east. Labanda's sense of humour helped mask the madness. "I don' wanna hear your ring tone, this ain't cluub grey-houn." Or, "Oklahoma has free trash cans, it wont cost you anything to use them." Or, "We're in Oklahoma city now, so sit up, fix your hair, put your lipstick on." Or, "If you're happy and you know it clap your hands."
These are tiles from within one of our chimneys, extracted by clever people and bucketed for disposal.
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