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The cleanup of streets in New Orleans after Mardi Gras parades is phenomenal- one of the best shows of the season!! Efficient on another level! At the end of each final parade, the streets and neutral ground are CLEAR!
Mardi Gras 2017
New Orleans LA
Registration is now open for the April 23 Washington Coast Cleanup, visit www.coastsavers.org and sign up today!
If you'd like to join footsore311 and I, please let us know. Several members of our cleanup group will be out of state during this spring cleanup. We'd welcome additional help hauling marine debris from the beach - plus, it's a great excuse to go backpacking at the coast!
Not up for an overnighter? No problem! There are over fifty beaches to pick from and many have easy access!
A girl dressed in punk rock attire cleans up shattered glass in front of the Bay on Seymour street. @vancouvercleanup quickly organized the citizens of Vancouver through social media channels to clean up the downtown core after the Stanley Cup riots the previous night.
A recent entry into our camera club set subject competiiton - 'People at Work'. This caused a little controversy for some as they said there were no people in it!
It requires patience to get shots like this i wanted something interesting from the grasshopper and i got this picture from him.
I recently spent a few days along Washington's northern coast participating in the International Coastal Cleanup. I met with an intern from Olympic National Park early Friday morning in Port Angeles. She provided me with lots of bags (I expected the company of friends, alas no one could join me), a bright green "Beach Cleanup" vest (it was cotton, I didn't take due to rain), and a NPS radio (to relay information as needed and due to my prior involvement with cleanup events).
As is often the case, rain greeted me just west of Lake Crescent. Full rain gear would be my attire for the next few days. Arriving at Sand Point I discovered there was a group already camped at the point. I had considered this a possibility but had not given much thought to alternate campsites. Without much hesitation, I backtracked and worked my way out to the beach where I discovered the small site just to the north of the point was available. With a break in the rain, I quickly went about setting up camp. I gathered water from Wish Creek, which I was happy to see flowing well.
With camp set up and the rain not pounding down I wandered south to pick up debris and beachcomb. No treasures found this year. Had a couple odd finds - such as a toilet seat and an arm chair at the mouth of Wish Creek (unable to carry this out). Beyond that a never ending supply of plastics. By aid of a driftwood stick I hauled my bags of debris back to camp. I spent the evening beachcombing to the north with umbrella over head.
After a night of rain, morning was equally wet. I had little desire to try and strap bags of debris on my external frame backpack in the rain. I must hang a tarp. Unfortunately, my campsite tucked amid the tall salal didn't offer a wide range of tarp hanging opportunities.
Nevertheless, I considered my options. There was a jumble of driftwood logs and wave-worn timbers in camp. As the rain fell, I attempted to construct a lean to of sorts. As my hand grasped one of the logs, a horrific event ensued. Poop on my hand. Human poop. I dropped the log and stared at my hand. In the brief seconds before I went about cleaning my hand - first on salal then in a nearby puddle - great disappointment left me shaking my head.
Who does this!? Who is so lazy that they can't use the nearby privy? And, if you simply can't get to the privy, who is so lazy they cannot properly, excuse me, shit in the woods? This disappointment caused me to think of a whole host of things that disappoint me about those who wander into the wilderness uneducated and uncaring. I will save that rant for another time.
After Purell-ing my hands - twice - I ditched my previous lean-to effort and strung a rope across the two trees that fronted my campsite. I awkwardly attached my tarp, making several adjustments before complete. It wasn't that pretty, but it gave me a spot out of the rain to work on attaching debris to my pack.
Without company to distract me, the "worry about everything" part of my mind ran rampant on the hike back to the trailhead. Questions like, "What diseases can I catch from someone else's poop?" filled my head. Or, "Oh, no. I have a slight puncture in the skin on my other hand. Do you think when I washed BOTH of my hands in the puddle I contaminated my other hand with possible disease?"
Thankfully, a kind and familiar face greeted me at the check-in station which brought a smile back to my face. After unloading my haul into a nearby dumpster, I noted a large group of people in the parking lot. As I saw the coolers, beer and surfboards I simultaneously thought two things: I bet they're a fun group and I'm going to have noisy neighbors this evening (the group at the point had departed).
I made quick time getting back to my camp. And, to my surprise, the site at the point had already been taken by a group of three. It seemed a safe bet that the big group would be camping elsewhere. The evening proved relaxing, thanks to my tarp. I sat watching the waves, birds and clouds while waving at passing hikers.
The following morning I enjoyed coffee and breakfast before packing up all my wet gear. I opted to walk the beach back to the start of the inland trail. As I neared the path, the rain became a drizzle and I allowed myself to beachcomb prior to hiking back to the trailhead. It was a relaxing way to end my trip.
I'm endlessly drawn to the sea and I'm endlessly thankful for my time spent near water's edge (yes, even when I get handfuls of things unwanted). I've been participating in coastal cleanup events for many years now (since 2006) and in the last few years I've made it a priority to volunteer for both the spring Washington Coast Cleanup and fall International Coastal Cleanup. I feel lucky that I've been able to do this. It's highly rewarding to give back to an area that you love and an area that has given me so much.
Mark your calendars: Saturday, April 23, 2016 will be Washington Coast Cleanup.
Cleanup of a derailment that occurred 5 February 2022, taken the morning after. Provo Utah 6 February 2022.
The building wasn't pleasant to look at.I'm confident the city won't miss it. The people who lost their lives in it's destruction, though? That's another thing. No one in that building deserved what they got today, yet they're dead. I couldn't save them. Just listen to their hearts run out of beats one by one. All I can do now is stand outside and watch the "cleanup". My mind is so cluttered I don't even notice the Daily Planet's news crew, with her leading the pack. I'm on camera and she's here. I'm shoved into bottling everything up and putting on a facade for them. I an't let the people see me like this. I've never been good at hiding things, though. And it goes to show when some EMTs pass by with a stretcher. It's covered, but I know an innocent is under those covers. My fake grin falls apart as I watch the EMTs take the body away. I look at the person on that stretcher, and without a word give my apologies and ask--no, beg for forgiveness. Forgiveness for the fact that I wasn't quick enough, and now this person has payed the ultimate prie for my own shortcomings. I keep watching the EMTs take the body away, until I hear something. Two miles northeast from here, the familiar violent "WHUMP" sound of two cars crashing. I can recognize from the sound how fast one of them was going. There's no other way to put it: those people need help, now. I turn to her, tell her I'm needed and offer my analogies to her. She nods at me and I ascend, making my way to the crash as fast as I possibly can, hoping that I can finally do something right today...
Second day of cleanup. Amazed at how much back to normal it looks!! Kudos to the hard workers of Kyiv!
pine fell on a path and was kind of a corkscrew shape so certain measures taken to keep it from rolling while I cut it (wife’s photo)
Orangespine Unicornfish, Naso lituratus, being cleaned by a Hawaiian Cleaner Wrasse, Labroides phthirophaugus, Kona coast, Big Island, Hawaii, Pacific Ocean.
Anyone know the story behind the derailment seen here? This is on the Toledo, Peoria & Western at Rogers Group east of Kentland, IN. Based on the grade crossings, no trains have traveled this line since the roads were last plowed. It looks like cleanup and repair is well underway. EDIT: Found this set of photos and explanation.
Semi-annual cleanup in the garage. Reorganized, picked up, lots thrown out. Will be racking and oaking the Syrah and Carmenere tomorrow. Always feels good when it's picked up.
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My family lived for almost 100 years at Castle Hill, just next door to Royal Castle (me and my brother too, born in the 1950s.)
I found this issue "Castle District 1945-1965" in Mum's drawer.
The main work was to tear down those parts of buildings that had survived the bombings, but were unsafe and unsuitable for reconstruction. Usually, no heavy machinery was used. The main tools were picks and hand-winches. After tearing down the ruins, the remnants had to be further demolished, down to single bricks that could later be used in rebuilding. A chain of men would transfer the bricks to the street, where they were cleaned and stacked. Wood and steel beams, fireplaces, wash basins, toilets, pipes and other household items were collected to be reused. The remaining debris was then removed by barrows, wagons and lorries. It was later reused to fill up holes in the streets or to make new bricks.
During World War II, Castle District was razed to the ground and had to be rebuilt again, like after the Ottoman war in 1686.
Buda Castle was the last major strongpoint of Budapest held by Axis forces during the siege of Budapest between 29 December 1944 and 13 February 1945. The defenders of the castle finally attempted to break the Soviet blockade on 11 February, but utterly failed, leaving 90% of the soldiers dead on the sidestreets of Buda not to speak of the many civilian victims.
This is considered one of the biggest military catastrophes of Hungarian history.
The Royal Palace and the area nearby were almost completely destroyed.
My family (Mum and my grandparents - because his brother died in 1944) lived in the building which suffered the most at Castle Hill, being so close to Royal Palace - their house was almost completely destroyed. They lived during the siege in the cellar of the building for months (it served as an air-raid shelter then). It was the last house in Budapest which got free on 13. February 1945.
(The history repeated itself: during the 1956 Revolution when Soviet tanks and army occupied Castle Hill, we lived there again: me with my parents, my brother and grandma in the cellar-shelters until December 1956.)
The heavy fights, bombing and artillery fire rendered the area into a heap of ruins.
Though most of the buildings in the Castle District were destroyed, the architecture and streets have been restored and reconstructed from 1945 to the mid 1960s.
This issue published in 1965 introduces the twenty years of reconstruction.
hu.wikipedia.org/wiki/Budav%C3%A1ri_Palota#A_II._vil.C3.A...
This picture was taken during our walk around Selebarum Kampung, a village built upon stilts within the city of Kota Kinabalu of Sabah, Malaysia.
We do a lot of positive redirection with our sheltie to control her barking reactions to various stimuli.
If she hears a dog barking outside my house while I'm in my office it used to be that her first reaction was to bark immediately in response, sometimes in quite a fit of spinning, jumping and excitement. While this is definitely something shelties love todo (bark) it is fairly counterproductive to me being a telecommuter as well as my general sanity.
so I always have a tray of treats on my desk and any time I hear a dog bark, doorbell ring or anything else that sets her off I immediately treat and redirect her attention to me. Thankfully I've got to the point where she actually doesn't bark and instead looks to me first to see if she is doing the right thing (and that I'm going to give her a treat for being quiet).
It has helped cut down on the 'oh sh*t' moments where she barks so suddenly and loudly that my heart almost stops beating. She also can recover if she does start barking and will come over and sit down next to me awaiting instructions.
Here we see her cleaning up the crumbs on the chair-mat in my office after the UPS guy showed up making sure everything is was the way it should be (in her mouth).
Crews have been working around the clock since Saturday to clean the city streets. - Washington, D.C. via 500px ift.tt/1Vqctba
It's warm today - almost 60F ! I'm heading out to do some winter cleanup in the yard after a few house chores. Nothing much in bloom yet so this is a shot from a friend's garden last year. She has so many varieties of Azaleas and this one is amazing!
Es necesario mantener una cierta higiene en las calles del Imperio... Con esta idea, nació la "Patrulla de limpieza"