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I was taking a walk on the beach with my camera when I came upon this red bucket beckoning me to take its picture. I got in a few shots before the kids who owned the pail came over and grabbed it like I was going to steal it. Then, as I walked away, they yelled "STALKER!" over and over. lol
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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Two leather fire buckets, riveted construction, the base uses rivets and roves/washers, the top band is thin metal. Similar buckets are in Cawdor castle.
Leather buckets back to at least the 16th century all seem to be 400mm/16" high and similar diameter.
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Oliver + S Little Things to Sew bucket hat
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No denying the title to this shot - Rust bucket. We were on the way to the hills of Boulder County, Eddie decided to stop at Nederland, a hippie and biker community that used to be in a silver and tungsten mining area. Tungsten, Colorado (not far down the canyon) used to be in the spot now occupied by Barker Dam. The tungsten boom had an enormous effect upon Boulder County. The steam shovel's lifting pulley is spotlighted at the mining museum. The pulley rotated the bucket up after a scoop. It may have been used during the latter mining era although there was little dredging in this area. The shovel could have been used at a processing plant or mill. I guess you could call it a rust bucket now.
Eddie called me this morning way early to tell me he had a photo excursion in his head and for all who know him, he can't fit anything else in his head. I have no idea why he HAS to roust me at 4:30 in the morning. I could just as easily studied my eyelids for a few hours more. I knew he was trying to kill his competition off, ME!
I grabbed my camera and pietrod and met him by the street. He wasn't letting any grass grow under his feet. After I guided him through Boulder and got him onto Canyon Boulevard while I was asleep, he announced he really wanted to get up Boulder Canyon. I had to reiterate that he should keep heading up Canyon Boulevard! Sheesh... Did I say Eddie? He claimed he was heading to Boulder Falls.
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.
I found a bunch of cards in a box at the antique store that's closing, so I went through and picked out a bunch of my favorites. most of these have never been used.
One thing you should know about me: I can't stand having dirty hands (or feet). So, rather than trek mud inside over and over and over while I go wash and re-lotion them, I filled a bucket with water and just washed them as needed. Worked pretty well.