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History of the Ponemah Mills per Wikipedia
Ponemah Mills, about 1918
The Ponemah Mills, a cotton textile factory, was built on the Shetucket River where a large dam could be built to provide power. The large mill building (Building No. 1) was purported to be the largest weave-shed under one roof at that time. The original workers were predominantly Irish immigrants, and they were hard hit by the depression of the 1870s that began with the Panic of 1873. Unemployment rose and wages dropped appreciably from 1873 to 1875, causing bitter relations between workers and management in many places.[3]
Mill housing in Taftville
In April 1875, the 1,200 workers went on strike. The mill owners had raised rents in company-owned housing as well as prices at the company-owned store. Wages at the time were under $10 for a 67-hour work week. In one often-cited anecdote, a workingman said he and his daughter had worked full-time for more than three months but only had four dollars between them to show for it. The immediate cause of the strike was a pay cut of 12 percent in an attempt to stop unionization. Workers were told half of the pay cut would be restored to anyone who had not participated in trying to form a union at the company.[3]
The company replaced the workers with French Canadians, who would come to number more than 70 percent of the population. Workers were evicted from company-owned housing, and the Connecticut General Assembly passed a strict "tramp law" aimed at workers (such as those from Taftville) who became drifters after their strikes were broken.[3]
Ponemah Mills operated for about 100 years. It sat abandoned for over 40 years until being redeveloped into residential apartments.[4]
A similar mill and village community is Wauregan Historic District,[5] which is also NRHP-listed.
An Afro-Colombian man walks around the wall, covered with Champeta music propaganda, in the market of Bazurto in Cartagena, Colombia. Far from the touristy places in the walled city, a colorful, vibrant labyrinth of Cartagena’s biggest open-air market sprawls to the Caribbean seashore. Here, in the dark and narrow alleys, full of scrappy stalls selling fruit, vegetables and herbs, meat and raw fish, with smelly garbage on the floor and loud reggaeton music in the air, the African roots of Colombia are manifested. © Jan Sochor Photography
Old Havana wakes with color and cadence. On this April Tuesday morning, the streets hum with life—bicitaxis glide past weathered facades, Cuban flags flutter above murals of resistance and art. Locals stride with purpose, bound for work, while the sun casts golden light on colonial balconies and independent dreams. This is not just a city—it’s a living canvas of history, hustle, and hope.
He is known as “That cobbler at the street corner”; no one calls him by his name. He has his shop on the sidewalk of a main road; repairing shoes, bags, wooden furniture and also knitting wire for chairs. His tools are kept in the white box under lock and key and the white board is where he writes what are the services he could do. This dignified young man opens his shop at 8am and works till 6pm to support his family of 5, wife and 2 children and also his old parents. I pray to God that this hard workingman gets enough business daily to make his life comfortable.
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Just a shot of 3 tugs doing what tugs do when they're not out tugging.
I've always liked tugboats, they're the workingman's boat in the nautical hierarchy of seagoing vessels. They're not pretty, they're not sporty, they're not quick, they're not luxurious but when you need something big pushed around they're ready and willing to help!
Also in this shot is the Maria Soledad Primera, not exactly sure what kind of a boat she is. Looked on Marine Traffic but there was no listing for her.
It is not a recent photo, but there are sparkles on it!
"A Little Sparkle" - Black and White Wednesday - 7 Days of Shooting
So the day has finally come. After graduating college and three and a half months of numerous applications, phone calls, and interviews... it's here: my first day of work in the real world. To be honest, I'm a little sad to say that I'll miss being "off" every day of my life, but I'm glad to have this sense of security for my future. I hope to continue to stay humble, dedicated, and hardworking from this day forward. Wish me luck on my first day of work!
Strobist:
SB700 @1/16th power behind camera bounced off the ceiling triggered by Phottix Strato II's.
Reggie Ballesteros Photography:
Love working outside although the cloudless blue sky is creating a humid heat in the UK. Pausing for a selfie at an old truck body, this one was used for spreading salt and grit on snowy roads. It's only fit for scrap.
A butcher working in a section of the market devoted entirely to meat stalls. Two wings held rows of butchers working side by side in the heat, creating one of the most intense sensory experiences of my time in Pune.
A portrait of one of the many nice local people I met in Kodaikanal Town, Tamil Nadu, India. This chap sold deliciously cooked corn on the cobs down by the lake.
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EXPLORED Mar 22, 2011 #26
Leo Tolstoy, the greatest anti-patriot of our times, defines patriotism as the principle that will justify the training of wholesale murderers;
a trade that requires better equipment for the exercise of man-killing than the making of such necessities of life as shoes, clothing, and houses;
a trade that guarantees better returns and greater glory than that of the average workingman.
Sometimes patriotic rhetoric is used to undermine people who opposed militarism and recless foreign policies.
Nikon D700 + Nikkor 70-200mm f/2.8 VRII
Houston, TX
Olympus OM-D E-M5
Olympus M.Zuiko 17mm F1.8
...and may I draw the attention of the viewer to the exquisite irony that the "street photographer" is on wheels as well! ;)
Just a lucky shot to catch the workingman walking out of the frame in a play of crossing parrallel lines!
K0dak TrX, 120mm film, 400iso, HC-110, 6 min
He kind of looks like I've busted him on the phone while driving.
Olympus OM-D E-M5
Olympus M.Zuiko 17mm F1.8
AES (MetzeSchmelz) - Urbex PhotoWalk - Workingman's Pool
Porte Ouverte Photographique (Photographic open door) AES "Metzeschmelz",
organized by IK-CNCI, in association with "Amicale Schëfflenger Schmelzaarbechter", and AGORA, as part of Esch2022.
"Metzeschmelz", a former steel plant, closed since the end of 2012.
Metze Schmelz: lb.wikipedia.org/wiki/Metze_Schmelz
ARBED-Esch-Schifflange (AES): www.industrie.lu/UsineEschSchifflange.html
ARBED: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/ARBED
Urbex: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Urban_exploration
IndustrieKultur - Centre National de la Culture Industrielle (IK-CNCI): cnci.lu/en/network/
Amicale Schëfflenger Schmelzaarbechter: citylife.esch.lu/lieux/musee-de-la-siderurgie-de-schmelza...
AGORA: www.agora.lu/en/
Esch2022, Esch-sur-Alzette European Capital of Culture (E22): esch2022.lu/
A painter and ladder working on window trim. Leica MP w/50mm Summicron DR on Ilford FP4+ dev. in 5100-Pyro and scanned with a Plustek 8200i.
This is my first roll of FP4+ developed with this developer and I am very pleased with the result; low grain, deep blacks and detail in the highlights. This may become my “go to” developer for FP4+.
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Monument to the working man - If you rub his head, money will be yours forever.
An Afro-Colombian cook fries fish in boiling oil in a street restaurant in the market of Bazurto in Cartagena, Colombia. Far from the touristy places in the walled city, a colorful, vibrant labyrinth of Cartagena’s biggest open-air market sprawls to the Caribbean seashore. Here, in the dark and narrow alleys, full of scrappy stalls selling fruit, vegetables and herbs, meat and raw fish, with smelly garbage on the floor and loud reggaeton music in the air, the African roots of Colombia are manifested. © Jan Sochor Photography
Late Friday afternoon, lunch eaten (thanks Dad) and the thermometer's rising! Just got back from an external job (trying to help to fix a CNC lathe). No aircon at the engineering works where the lathe lived and the boss's face was dripping with sweat. He had a guard dog which was irritable and vicious. Shame that the Peter's van behind isn't working, it used to be refrigerated (Carrier) on a Mercedes-Benz chassis cab. (Peters is a well known Welsh pie, pasty and sausage maker).
Temperature is around 35C / 95F and literally everyone working in the yard has gone shirtless (no ladies in the yard) apart from my Father who has, for once, worn a t-shirt and cap. Thanks to my brother for the shorts which I've had for about 25 years (the elastic waist is perished and I have to tie the cord tight). I'm wearing high-vis socks which impressed my Father. The mug contains cold water (it's a kitkat mug which in the uk used to be a popular easter present, containing a large chocolate egg) and that's my SUV (Skoda, very european!) in the background. To the right is a grey cabin which is an ex-army telephone exchange from Operation Desert Storm british army Basra, one of two my dad bought as army surplus. The other one is in this gallery somewhere. They're also air-conditioned (Fujitsu) but there's no electricity supply to them now. I had to adjust the brightness up on this photo as the camera tried to turn its exposure right down to cope with the sun, unfortunately its made the awesome blue sky go white and I don't know how to change that. PS later on I was by the dumpster talking to my brother and he was amused that the wasps were buzzing around my feet. I had to explain they were interested in my bright socks!
An Afro-Colombian man washes cooking pots at the end of the shift in a street restaurant in the market of Bazurto in Cartagena, Colombia. Far from the touristy places in the walled city, a colorful, vibrant labyrinth of Cartagena’s biggest open-air market sprawls to the Caribbean seashore. Here, in the dark and narrow alleys, full of scrappy stalls selling fruit, vegetables and herbs, meat and raw fish, with smelly garbage on the floor and loud reggaeton music in the air, the African roots of Colombia are manifested. © Jan Sochor Photography
The young man stands looking through the newsagent’s window waiting.
What I like about this picture apart from being in monochrome is the slight slop to the path changing his stature with his knees softening to allow for a comfortable standing position.