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Four men pose on logs on Oshkosh creek above Camp 19. Booth-Kelly camp 19 was located at the end of a railroad spur that ran for a little over a mile up Oshkosh creek from its confluence with Mill creek. it was steep country and the logs were pulled down to roughly creek level and then pulled to the railroad terminus just above camp. The camp itself was built on stilts directly over Oshkosh creek itself.
The four men may include relatives of the Rathbun family as the photograph originally belonged to Jessie Rathbun of Wendling. She also had numerous pictures of Fred Shepard, Jr. so it is possible he is one of the men.
The rigging in the picture is obscured by brush at the junction. It appears that the mainline cable is to the right. A choker cable is attached via a smaller cable and chain to the mainline cable, as well as second smaller cable that runs up and to the left. This is most likely the haul back cable, which would have run to a block/pulley up the hills to the left, and was used to bring the mainline cable and choker back to the men after pulling in the log.
If you can identify any of the men in this picture, please comment.
Heavy Duty Log Splitter-Concept designing & Rendering.
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This is a "before" photo of the cabin that began as walls and roof only with windows and door cutouts. A&J built the front deck this summer. More photos can be seen on stilltravelingwithandrewandjen.blogspot.com/
An old log along the Des Moines River in Iowa. I loved the smooth subtlety of the surface.
3 exposure hdr to maintain the subtle shades.
Driver dies in logging truck crash
Posted: Jul. 10, 2008
Raleigh, N.C. — A driver died Thursday when his logging truck hit a guardrail on the Interstate 440 Inner Beltline in Raleigh, went down an embankment and crashed into a tree in the woods.
The driver has been identified as Eric Gene Simmons, 54, of 1609 Dogwood Acres Drive in Sanford. The truck he was driving belonged to Elliott Logging Inc., 4385 Center Church Road in Sanford.
The accident occurred just after 10:30 a.m. Traffic was backed up for hours near the South Saunders Street interchange.
The driver's body was pinned inside the truck. Authorities said they were not sure why the logging truck went off the road, but witnesses said they believed the truck struck the guardrail due to a ruptured tire.
After the truck struck the guardrail and exited the road, it overturned onto its left side and continued to travel down the embankment, according to police. A tree struck the truck in the upper-front portion of the cab. Logs separated from the truck’s trailer and one struck a nearby parked 18-wheeler truck. The driver of that truck took shelter between that truck’s cab and trailer. He was not injured.
At 5:30 p.m. crews had cleared debris from the scene.
Detail of a Scammell lorry/wagon/truck (take your pick...).
Temperature gauge (sold as a Calormeter - zoom in) on top of the radiator cap.
I found this quilt in a junk store. It was being used to cushion some vases in a box. I was using it as a curtain for years but it has become too fragile to hang. I am not sure what I'm going to do with it....maybe dresses for some of my dolls. It was made with many different kinds of fabric - some silk, feed sacks, cotton, linen and calico.
Detail of a log in Sunset Crater Volcano National Monument in Flagstaff, Arizona, U.S.A. Photo taken with a black and white, infrared-converted camera. (Feb. 6, 2022)
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Biking around the countryside somewhere near Yangshuo town of Guangxi province, China, I stumbled upon these logs on the side of the road. I stopped for this pattern and the cloudy sky to make yet another frame I thought was interesting.
A few days went by since we had won the battle. Cryptid had been shipped to Moscow per my request. Turns out, personally saving a few Admiral's asses could really pay off in the long run. He was stabilized, and the Russian doctors thought they could "fix" him, with rather ominous undertones. Whatever that meant, I would find out when he returned. In the meantime, I heard that the Chief had found a replacement. He was a fellow captain, by the name of "Duke." I hadn't met the fellow, but I had heard "nothing but good things about him." That is to say, he sounded like an ass. Currently, I was on my way to meet him. As I headed to the command tent, Klip and a few others fell in beside me. We were all curious to meet the guy, and see if the rumors were true. They were. We walked up, and the first thing he said was, "Salute! Is this any way to treat a superior?" He sneered as the group around me was forced to comply, and then saw me not saluting. Immediately, an angry look came to his face. "Why aren't you saluting? Yes you, over there!" I then raised my head a few degrees, and he saw the pin on my beret. Immediately, his manner changed. "A fellow officer! Pleasure to meet you!" he stuck out his hand to shake, a gesture which I did not return. However, when the Chief wasn't looking, I flipped him a gesture which brought a look of shock to his face and snickers from my friends. I could already tell that this guy was going to be a whiny bitch at every chance he got. Then the Chief turned back to us and said, "Gear up, your first mission together starts now, and I want you on the road thirty seconds ago!" With that, we dispersed to gather our weapons and packs. We met back up, and headed out. We were going on patrol, to clean up a sector of Urags. I would soon get a chance to see how good Duke really was...
Putting it bluntly, he sucked. He could barely fire worth crap, and almost always missed. It was a miracle that he was still alive, really. But fortunately for him, these Urags also seemed to be incompetent. They were easy pickings, even at close range. So, I decided to have some fun. Choosing a target carefully, I fired... about 3 centimeters to the side of Duke's head. It hit the Urag just fine, however. Duke turned around, wondering WTF I was up to. I then chose my next target, and fired in the small gap between his raised arm and chest. Again I hit my target, and he curled into a fetal position. Let's just say things got a little out of hand when I tried to fire between his chin and neck... Not my fault! He moved! Anyway, after mopping up the Urags, we returned to camp with much bitching from Duke. It was only a small gash on the underside of chin. Anyway, we took him to the infirmary, and he got patched up. Of course, the Chief found out, but it was worth it.
Michael 'Soon to be 1st Lieutenant again' "Dagger"