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An ore container loaded onto an RRLX ore concentrate wagon for the Tritton Mine (located near Nyngan, with the containers loaded onto trains at Hermidale). Photo taken at Carrington Yard, Newcastle.

container-shopping-07 by FREITAG ®

Container shopping for our new/recycled FREITAG Shop in Zurich. The shop is entirely made from used freight containers.

Wall-e baby wipe container by Arte Nuestra

Baby wipe container by Lisa.

Container Transport by Steffen Abend

Name: Container Transport

Adress: Ribistrasse 5, 4460 Gelterkinden

Phone: 061 983 10 40

Email: info@twfonline.ch

Web: www.twfonline.ch

Containers by eirikj

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Corrected with the great PT Lens plugin for Aperture.

KingSnake Container by Massimiliano Spelta

Ecco il container che ho comprato per farci la sede del mio allevamento di Pitoni Morph

Container ship by Sunstryker3

the POLAR BRASIL outward bound after leaving the Ringaskiddy deep water berth with the harbour tugs

Containers by Ninoxowl

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Singapore, 14 March 2009

Tiny Tot Large Plastic Food Storage Container Manufacturer 4491 - 7500 by Pulkit Sanganeria

Prime Housewares manufacturer and supplier of Storewel Food Saver Storage Containers – Tiny Tot, It’s ideal for storing grains,atta, rice.These containers are Air Tight so that their contents stay fresh for a longer period of time.Made of 100% food-grade virgin plastic,it comes with secure screw type lid closing.

Features of Tiny Tot Large Plastic Food Storage Container

• 100% Air Tight Container

• 100% Food Grade Virgin Plastic

• Comes in attractive design

• Secure Screw Type Lid Closing

• Easy to Store & Space Saver

Specifications of Tiny Tot Large Plastic Food Storage Container

• Product Name – Plastic Food Storage Containers

• Product Code – 4491

• Capacity: 7500ml

For more details visit www.primehousewares.com

©js_containers by juergen sarge

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containers / brühl 2013

Containers by Ming Xia

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A looong row of bright blue containers in Singapore. Shot with my new Tokina 11-16 f/2.6 wide.

Vitis californica X vinifera 'Roger's Red' by pete veilleux

God & The Goldfinch by moccasinlanding

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Last night I looked at the video and the still pictures I took of a dying goldfinch. I cried yesterday when she died. Tears course down my face now. I am still affected by her suffering and death. The little bird was having seizures and drawing backward, spreading its wings, and working its beak like it wanted to vocalize, but no sound came out. I think it got into something poisonous somewhere. That is how it struck me, the seizures were off and on, and in between it would be aware of my presence.

A brightly colored yellow goldfinch male came alone to the nearby feeder and remained there while I ministered to the other bird. I was standing one step down from the deck, with the little bird resting on a leaf-shaped container. The male was watching us, not attempting to eat from the feeder, but repeatedly CALLING to the little bird. I know that is what was happening, because the female went into a great responsive effort with beak opening and wings moving and body contorting. A supreme effort to respond to the call of this other bird, possibly her mate. Emotion constricted my throat. I was so…..beyond sad…. thinking about the old platitude, not even a sparrow falls to earth without God knowing of it. I really doubt that, yet I wanted to believe that birds have affections and memories of their loved ones, they recognize and love individuals. The calling of the male goldfinch lifted my heart.

The suffering had been going on for some time, you see. I first noticed this bird from my kitchen window on Friday, the day before. It sat unmoving on the bird feeder, feathers fluffed, eyes closed…both bad signs. The other birds had flown away. Then it rained, and the bird managed to reach a low limb on the Japanese maple about 10 feet away. No shelter in the leafless tree, but apparently it spent the night there. Because Saturday, yesterday morning, I saw it on the tree still fluffed up and partially wet, but not preening. Birds always preen to put oil on the feathers to make them waterproof, their insulation against rain. I observe it tries to fly to the feeder, but gets no lift and lands in the grass beneath. I did not let the dogs out, but slowly approached it in the bright green grass, and gently picked her up. I considered what to place her on to be safe but not confined, and settled on a small flat ornamental feeder, shaped like a leaf with a bird perched on the rim. I added some spanish moss for padding like a nest, placed it on the step rail with the little bird in the middle. It could not sit up, its toes were curled, and it fell on its side. In struggling it became tangled in the moss, so I moved the moss aside. I envisioned the leaf an altar to nature, to the Great God Bird, symbolized by the inscrutable resin Bird.

And then began what I’d call the death throes. Spasms of seizures came at regular intervals, with moments of comprehension of its surroundings in between. I went for my iPad camera and managed to take some photos. The goldfinch became agitated when I clicked the still pictures, but the video made no noise, and it paid no attention to that. Was I cold hearted doing this? Should it die in peace, somewhere out of the way where nature takes its course. A cat eat it. A dove peck it to death. But I also had this compulsion to watch and to note the agonized passing of one of earth’s most exquisite life forms, a creature of the air. No life should pass unremarked, it should be Witnessed. We must see life and appreciate each life form's contribution to the diversity of our world. This small bird became to me the symbol of the loss occurring all over the world, of species and habitat and all diversity. That’s the way extinction looks, you know. When birds come in too close proximity to human beings, the birds—or any life form--always pays the price.

What better time to consider death and the hope of rebirth, than now, today, with the dying of Winter and the beginning of Spring. As Easter approaches with its promise of Rebirth.

Container by arne bratenstein