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Taken in 2008.
A big green bucket of bras on Beach Street during the August Moon Festival in Boston's Chinatown.
Although there's a big ocean right there, these guys decided the best way to get wet was to chase each other with buckets of water, that of course they got from the big ocean right there.
Ice bucket iin our hotel room. There is no ice machine in the hotel, you have to call housekeeping to bring ice to you. Note the bottles of Ketel One in the background, THANKS DUTY FREE!
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Ore Bucket Handle
Bodie, Mono County, CA, USA
Beautifully shaped forged wrought iron handle is about 2.5 cm in diameter, probably 1" stock. The bucket is about 2 ft in diameter at the opening, and is about waist tall.
"Handle" seems like the wrong term for this, since the bucket obviously can't be lifted by hand. But I couldn't find another name. Loop?
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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."
I'd love to know what the figure in the upstairs window is doing. Whatever it is clearly needs the best light. This is part of the Crantock/The Hatch series of photos, so it's probably a back door of The Hatch.
Three old red fire buckets that I saw at Pickering steam railway station in the North Yorkshire Moors.