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Never got a "Before" shot because the driver came by for green waste before I could. Pink Cascade wasn't picked up because the driver didn't know what was inside of it. Never left a note for him.
I grew up in Brooklyn, NY, and one of the highlights of car trips to Manhattan was the sight of The Statue of Liberty in NY harbor, visible from the Brooklyn-Queens Expressway as we rounded Brooklyn Heights. I loved seeing her when I was a child, and I still do.
Originally titled "La Liberte eclairant le monde" (sorry about those missing accents), she was a gift from France to the United States, signifying the friendship between two republics. In the United States, her position in NY harbor, and then the Emma Lazarus poem that has become inextricably associated with the statue, have made her a symbol of welcome to the immigrants that made up our immigrant nation. But that was not the original intent.
In Paris, I found many copies at different scales: on an island in the Seine, in the lobby of the Musee d'Orsay, and here, next to the Conservatoire des Arts et Metiers.
For some reason, the base of this version seemed to have become a dropping point for lost backpacks and bags of garbage. It all brought to mind part of the Lazurus poem:
"Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!" cries she
With silent lips. "Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"
I didn't know what to make of it.
(Note: when I returned a couple of weeks later to see some tango dancers as part of Fete de la Musique, the wretched refuse was gone. She had been cleaned up.)
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Our fight to refuse to pay for a mailbox has been a long and hard one. First, a hurricane knocked it down the support poll. Later, snow plows drove over it. (And no, the government was NOT helpful in paying for a new mailbox; especially when your mail delivery is held hostage during the process.)
When our next door neighbor died/left, we took her mailbox (detached) from her trash pile, and used that as a replacement after the snow plow. We did have to buy a new support poll--but not a new mailbox. Eventually the screws went bad, and I just put twigs into the screw-holes whenever I noticed they were gone. This worked for almost a year.
Finally, we had to resort to twisty-tie.
Then, the baseball batting came. Nowadays, there is also clear packing tape, and waterproof-tape (which smells REALLY funk) on the inside to prevent the "WetFlix phenomenon" (thanks to the baseball batting).
Finally, the new column fell in 2 directions, so I got 2 cinder blocks to hold it in place. Weeks later, it started felling in the other axis, so now I have 4 cinder blocks stacked all around it holding it up. seems to be holding...
But you know what? Still haven't bought a new mailbox, fuckers! I WIN!
mailbox, twisty tie.
front yard, Clint and Carolyn's house, Alexandria, Virginia.
March 3, 2007.
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St Peter, Claydon, Suffolk
Claydon is a large village on the outskirts of Ipswich. Its medieval parish church was declared redundant in 1977. This was a time when a number of churches were made redundant with a speculative view to a sale. It was assumed that planning permission for conversion to a house would be easily obtained. Often, these sales failed to materialise, but the Diocese refused to allow local trusts or charities to take their care on for no financial return. Claydon was one of these, and the writer Sam Mortlock quotes from the Redundant Churches Fund report for 1987: Within sight of new housing and burgeoning prosperity the diocese left this historic church to rot for eleven years while attempts to find an alternative use came to nothing. It is one of the most conspicuous cases of neglect we have come across.
In the end, bad publicity appears to have shamed the Diocese into allowing the church to be vested in the care of the Churches Conservation Trust. Today, the church is beautifully cared for by local people, but eleven years of abandonment have taken their toll. Incidentally, it may seem extraordinary that the parish church for a village of 6,000 people should be declared redundant, but there is another medieval church in the hamlet of Barham on the outskirts of Claydon which is larger, with a bigger graveyard, and which was perhaps considered at the time less saleable.
St Peter, Claydon, is one of the great forgotten 19th century rebuildings. In style and substance it looks the work of an amateur Pugin, which is pretty much the truth. The Rector for most of the second half of the 19th century was Father George Drury, one of the great High Church eccentrics. So often in Suffolk, we see the fruits of Anglo-catholicism in their early 20th century ascendancy, as at Kettlebaston and Lound. Here at Claydon, we see evidence of a movement besieged, in the struggles of half a century earlier. Drury suffered attacks on his person, property and reputation. The convent he established was broken into by a mob, who 'rescued' a nun and carted her off to a lunatic asylum, where she was incarcerated under the orders of her father. She stayed there until he died. Drury's rectory suffered so many assaults that he was forced to build a nine-foot wall around it, which soon became covered with anti-catholic slogans.
It has to be said that 'Firm Father George' rose to the challenge with enthusiasm. In the 1870s, fifty years before such things became acceptable, his congregation would parade through Claydon with banners of the Blessed Virgin flying, kneeling down with them in a field while singing the Ave Maria. High Mass was accompanied by incense, vestments and candles. The local protestants were scandalised beyond belief. Supported by popular opinion and the low church Bishop of Norwich, they hatched plot after plot against him. The most famous of these was the Akenham burial case, which led to a change in national burial laws.
The major rebuilding here was by worthy enthusiast R.M. Phipson, the diocesan architect, under Drury's direction, for the Drury family also presented to the living. This was not unusual, of course; many landed families held the patronage of their local church, and often presented a younger son to it. But by the second half of the 19th century, it was becoming less common, as younger sons preferred the opportunities for advancement out in the Empire. It survived only where the family embraced evangelical or Tractarian ideals. For them, the nature of the priesthood had a somewhat higher status.
Phipson built a massive pair of transepts across the western half of the former chancel, leaving a great cruciform church with a small chancel. Although this is demonstrably the work of Victorians, there are a number of earlier survivals visible externally, including long and short work at the two western corners of the nave. This is usually indicative of Saxon work, although it is difficult to say how much of this is genuine, and how much Drury and Phipson's sleight of hand.
Drury's great secular passion was carving. He produced much work here in wood and stone. The pulpit is his, as are many of the little details on roof and walls. The pulpit is an extraordinary thing, a bubbling, lacy extravaganza, with niches to the two front corners. These are currently filled with early 20th century images of St John and the Blessed Virgin, taken from a rood group, although whether Drury ever filled the niches with anything is unclear.
The rest of the interior carving, by the great Henry Ringham, was under Drury's direction. This work is an extremely early ritualist makeover, dating from the 1850s. Newman had crossed the Tiber barely 5 years before, and the Sanctus, Sanctus, Sanctus of the reredos must have caused a few racing pulses. The interior is all Drury's design, including the beautiful east window with its pseudo-medieval roundels, and the whole thing is an extraordinary memorial to the man.
The interior suffered greatly during the years or abandonment - for example, of the large four evangelist carvings under the crossing, only St Mark survives, and the stained glass, especially that in the transepts by Albert Moore, is still peppered with holes from stones thrown by the descendants of those who had stoned Drury himself a century before. The marble mensa stone, with its consecration crosses, was brought here from the similarly early ritualist church at Shipmeadow, when that was declared redundant a few years before Claydon. Several features were removed from the church during the course of the 20th century, including the rood screen that Drury had made to go under the crossing, and a large, magnificent war memorial depicting the Madonna and Child by Henry Moore, given to Claydon in 1948 and now to be found on the other side of the village at Barham. I wonder what Drury would have thought of it.
Drury was an all-round handyman. He had a brick kiln of his own in the garden, and also built large flint walls in a medieval style around his vegetable garden, using tracery from the ruined church at Thurleston, a mile or so off. The walls culminate in a towering folly, and you can still see this over the graveyard wall.
His funeral in 1895 was carefully documented by 'ritualism-watchers', who noted the robed choir, the cross carried in procession, the incense and the sign of the cross. Drury would have been amazed that his position would have been fairly mainstream by the 1930s, but less so, perhaps, by its rapid retreat today. His large grave is guarded by railings in the south-east corner of the churchyard, beneath the great yew. For one moment there, one forgets the surrounding suburbia of bungalows and semi-detacheds, the modern High School across the road, the new housing estate. Here, the 19th century still exists.
And then, back down to the village centre. At the bottom of the hill, a group of new houses is called Drury Road. A rather mundane memorial to one of the Church of England's great loose canons.
I regret introducing this rather disgusting image into the purview of gentle Flickrites but, well, it was an intriguing thing to see. As it was a Bank Holiday yesterday and the weather was fine, Mrs B and I decided to go for a Woodland Walk. It was Mrs B who noticed the natural drama taking place at the edge of a path. The corpse of a toad was being mined by carrion-eating bugs. I use the word "bug" not in the American sense of "insect" but to mean a member of the order Hemiptera for, to my amateur entomologist's eye, these look like true bugs ...possibly some variety of shield bug. Anybody know what they are? I can't find them in either of my two field guides. I would add that the photograph was taken in a heavily wooded part of south Norfolk, at the edge of Thetford Forest.
i'm dying my hair darker today.
I have finally cleaned my room.
and gained tons of clothes via brittany.
and lost what little closet room i had available.
now i need to [once again] buy more hangers.
ugh.
yesterday was a good day.
britt's birthday. [20]
i can't wait for mine.
only six more months.
i'm out to dye my hair.
hasta.
sorry for the lame pictures.
i always try to wait to take my pictures then lose sunlight.
and i refuse to use artificial lighting.
A South Korean captured soldier who elected to stay in North Korea puts his arm around U.S. POW Otho G. Bell of Mississippi January 26, 1954. Bell also decided to remain with the communist-led forces.
The two are singing the Internationale.
As the Red Scare of the late 1940s and 1950s continued in the United States, the prisoners who refused repatriation were labeled as “brainwashed” and fear of communists’ ability to shape people’s minds was spread across the country.
However some were African Americans who did not wish to return to face racial discrimination. Others agreed with their hosts that communism represented a better hope for mankind than the capitalism of the United States.
Most, though ultimately had difficulty adapting to the culture and language of the host country and eventually returned to the United States.
Prisoner repatriation was one of the greatest stumbling blocks in the long cease-fire negotiations between the forces of the United Nations and those of China and North Korea.
In June 1953, the two sides agreed that no prisoner who did not wish to be repatriated would be forced to do so (this had long been a sticking point in negotiations, with the Chinese and North Koreans wanting all prisoners returned to their home countries).
Prisoners who did not wish to go back to their home countries would be given 90 days in a neutral compound near Panmunjom to reconsider before being allowed to stay in enemy territory. Following the armistice that was signed on 27 July 1953, effectively ending the Korean War (South Korea never signed), the main prisoner exchange was free to proceed.
One British and 23 American soldiers (along with 327 South Koreans) refused to be returned to their homelands. Two, Corporal Claude Batchelor and Corporal Edward Dickenson, changed their minds before the 90-day window expired. Both were court-martialed and sentenced to prison terms, with Batchelor serving 4½ years and Dickenson 3½.
This left 22 U.N. soldiers who voluntarily stayed with the Communists after the final exchange of prisoners. The 21 Americans were given dishonorable discharges.
This had the unintended consequence of rendering them immune to court-martial when they finally returned to the United States (which the majority eventually did), because they were no longer active-duty military. However, they were still criminally culpable for any acts of collaboration or offenses against fellow prisoners committed while they were POWs.
About 4 a.m. on February 24, 1954, a train carrying the 21 American defectors rumbled across the Yalu River into China. The Chinese soon shipped some of the men off to study language and politics. Others went to mills, factories, and farms across Eastern China.
For more information and related images, see flic.kr/s/aHsmaXdZck
The photographer is unknown. The image is an Associated Press photograph housed in the D.C. Library Washington Star Collection.
Refuse collection in the backyard of the SAATCHI GALLERY, a multiple reflection through different windows.
I like how the Yard Waste guys put the bins back, the swampers here use to do that all the time, now they rarely do that.
Refuse Fascism NO FASCIST TAKEOVER OF DC! March along Constitution Avenue between 15th and 17th Street, NW, Washington DC on Saturday afternoon, 16 August 2025 by Elvert Barnes Photography
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HybriDrive(R) parallel system on a Dennis Eagle refuse vehicle debuts at the RWM show telling the story that HybriDrive(R) can provide significant fuel savings to the refuse industry.
In eastern Ukraine, the generosity of people abounds. ÒHow could I refuse a person with a small child? I have two cats scratching at my door, but how could I leave a small child outside in these conditions?Ó Garina, 66, who took in Ireena, 34, and her daughter Masha, 3. ..Catholic Relief Services (CRS) teams are providing critical humanitarian relief in key areas of the Ukraine, where 1.5 million people have fled their homes as a result of the armed conflict between Ukrainian government forces and separatist groups in the Donbas regions. After a period of relative calm in December, events in mid-January 2015 showed an alarming escalation of hostilities in eastern Ukraine by pro-separatist rebels who identify with their Russian roots and seek independence from the Ukraine and Ukrainian forces fighting to keep the regions under government control...Photo by Volodymyr Nechaiev for Catholic Relief Services
1961 Gillette Fatboy Adjustable Safety Razor w Blades
RICHARDS RAZORS; MAKE ME AN OFFER I CAN'T REFUSE!
Gillette Fatboy G-4 made in the fourth quarter of 1961, it is MADE IN USA. The Gillette Fatboy is
an adjustable razor (1-9), which fine tunes your shave. This is regarded as one of the best razors
that Gillette ever made! I own quite a few other FATBOYS, and they are awesome shaving razors!
All mechanics work great, the TTO knob turns as it should closing the blade compartment doors
tightly and the adjustment wheel turns and clicks perfectly!
This great razor is in VERY GOOD condition. There is very minimal plate loss
anywhere on the highly collectible razor. Please be sure to see the pictures they are a true representation of the item.
The numbers on the adjuster wheel aren't missing any of the black paint. Also, the painted ring under the
adjuster is as black. Also included is a new box of Astra blades, just to get you started. This great vintage razor is a fine collectible for any collection or used as a daily shaver. This razor has had a very light cleaning, I will leave it up to the buyer to give the razor a thorough cleaning and polishing.
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