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When there were sufficient fleeces to fill a pale the "Presser" would place an empty wool packing the bottom box of the press nad fill it with fleeces, he then wheeled the top box over the bottom box and filled it with fleeces.
The double decked box was then wheeled under the "Spear" (shaft) and "Monkey" (pressing plate). Using the thick steel rope he would wind the spear and monkey down, compressing the wool into the wool pack.
The bale was sown up and removed from the press by its side door. There are two other examples of similar wool presses in the Kinchega Woolshed.
Kinchega Woolshed:
Originally an early West Darling property named 'Menindel', which was first held by the explorer John McKinlay in the 1850's, was taken up by Peter McGregor and it had become known as 'Kinchega' by 1860. Burke and Wills visited it in 1860 and Kinchega's manager, William Wright, accompanied them as third in command and was blamed almost entirely for the tragedy that befell the expedition after he failed to meet the party on its return to Cooper's Creek.
In 1870 the station was sold by George Urquhart in 1870 to Herbert Bristow Hughes. Hughes had two river steamers built in England to service the station named the 'Jandra' and the 'Nile'. Steam engines were installed in 1875 and by 1875 'Kinchega' was running 75,000 sheep and its boundary extended beyond the southern end of the Barrier Ranges. It is during this period that the present shed came into being. Kinchega Station remained in the Hughes family for almost a century. In 1883 when Kinchega was at its peak the property was running 160,000 sheep and employed 73 men.
In 1967 Kinchega Woolshed became part of Kinchega National Park, by that time it is estimated that six million sheep had passed through the shed.
In 2018 the fate of Kinchega National Park (KNP) is in the hands of water managers. KNP borders the Tandou irrigation property where the federal Agriculture Department paid $78m for water rights in 2017. The park, which contains half of Lake Menindee, is one of at least four sanctuaries in the Murray-Darling Basin where OEH face being overrideen by other demands, such as by irrigation, environmentalists claim. About 28% of KNP is wetland and OEH have 'no control over water' says Richard Kingsford, Professor of Environmental Science, UNSW.
Source: New South Wales Heritage Register.
Pre show with Kioko at o2 Academy Birmingham.Shot for Birmingham Review.
Robb Cartin on the lighting desk.
One of the fine vintage San Diego neons of the Gaslamp District. Construction of the building started in 1913 with Frank Lloyd Wright's son being the architect of record for the originally-named Workingman's Hotel. The hotel now rents rooms by the month.
I am unsure of whether it still glows at night. A link to a lit picture is shown below:
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while I was working in hall barn industrial estate Isleham, Cambridgeshire, I saw these two men painting this wall, just outside the shadow cast by another building.
An Afro-Colombian worker drinks a small “tinto” (black coffee) while taking a rest in the shadow at the market of Bazurto in Cartagena, Colombia. Although the historic city center and the property owners in high-priced beach locations have benefited notably from the increase of tourism and the influx of investments in the last decade, the vast majority of Cartagena’s population still lives in harsh conditions on the edge of extreme poverty. Social inequality, income imbalance, and the general living conditions disparity have deepened significantly over the last few years. © Jan Sochor Photography
One year, two perspectives. This image is part of a 365(+1) project, my friend Tilo and I are working on. If you want to see more, check out our website zweisichtig.de.
John Kavanagh's, or better known as The Gravediggers Pub, has stood at the southeastern tip of Glasnevin Cemetery's wall in Dublin since 1833. Apart from keeping its original structure and ambience, this historic pub shares a unique connection with the nearby cemetery, which opened to Irish citizens of all faiths just a year before the pub's inception. In early 19th Century Ireland Catholics were still not allowed their own graveyards and had to conduct their ceremonies in Protestant or Church of Ireland cemeteries. Prior to the establishment of Glasnevin Cemetery, Irish Catholics had no cemeteries of their own in which to bury their dead and as the repressive Penal Laws of the eighteenth century placed heavy restrictions on the public performance of Catholic services. The graveyard itself was ground breaking, uniting Catholics and Protestants in death, even if not in life. The pub's no-frills ambiance—low ceilings, dark wood, and creamy pints—has drawn generations of patrons from all walks of life. It's a place where tales intertwine with reality, and where spirits, both liquid and ethereal, flow freely.
The Gravediggers Pub has its own folklore and ghost stories woven into the fabric of Dublin's history:Some say that more than just earthly spirits inhabit The Gravediggers. Visitors have reported eerie encounters—a fleeting shadow, a whisper, or a sudden chill. Whether it’s the remnants of long-lost patrons or the lively imagination of storytellers, the pub’s walls hold secrets and echoes from centuries past.
The nickname "The Gravediggers" stems from its location next door to Glasnevin cemetery. Thirsty gravediggers could simply reach through a slot in the wall to obtain pint-sized relief. The pub's walls likely echo with stories from all sectors of early 19th-century Dublin.
This isn't a posh modern establishment; it's a workingman's bar where patrons trade tales. The Kavanagh family, who have owned the pub for generations, drew much of their business from funerals. They provided comfort to grieving families, and when the mourners dispersed, it was the gravediggers who'd finish their shifts with a pint.
It is a real pub. John Kavanaghs Gravediggers Pub has retained the original 19th century décor and makes no concession to modernity. Never mind Wi Fi, there is no TV, it never had a telephone or a sound system. The one-room bar features a game of ring board, low ceilings, and dark wood. There's even a sectioned-off area where many years ago, women could drink separately from the men.
So, if you ever visit Dublin step into The Gravediggers, where history, spirits, and pints intertwine—a place where the living and the departed share a timeless connection.
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Monument to the working man - If you rub his head, money will be yours forever.
I love the color orange. To me, orange is a celebration of life — vibrant, warm, confident, and full of energy. That is why I love wearing clothes like this. It reflects something of who I am: I enjoy standing out, being myself, and embracing life with confidence. I don't wear orange to fit in — I wear it because it feels like me.
This is me. This is who I am. And I am proud of it.
Even though the hair on top of my head grows thin, It doesn't mean I don't trust a true professional with my beard. I've had the honor of being lined up, faded, and trimmed at the Atwood Barbershop for the last 2 and 1/2 years.
Plain mannered Thomas A Thompson, last day of work for the DMV (department of motor vehicles) after 30 years with the Dept in Dec. 2009. I work the last of those 18 of those years in the Grass Valley office as the office manager II, and have work in 62 offices as a traveling manager. But thinking back on all my years it only seem like yesterday.
I was always entertain by people. And "everyone" had to see me at different times in their lives. Some were famous, some not so, some lovely, some not so, some rich, some not, but "all" had a story to tell if we just took the time to listen. And I always enjoyed listening.
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It has now been 16 years since I've retired and written above. And looking back at this photo I wonder where have the years gone? I've always considered my time at the DMV as a hobby, much like my time giving flight Instructions in airplanes, traveling, writing, photography, talking to people and plain enjoying life to the fullest. Do I have any regrets? Many, in the course of 78 years, but then, who doesn't?
May your life be as fulfilling:)
I get up at seven, yeah,
And I go to work at nine.
I got no time for livin'.
Yes, I'm workin' all the time.
I promised Invisible Cirkus that the bunny would make one last appearance in my 366 so here you go!
In other news, I finally got to see the new Neurologist today about my Neuropathy and I must say, it was a completely different experience then the other Doctor. He actually had ideas about what it might be and what tests we can do to figure it out! First thing he did was test my nervous system by shocking my arms and legs about 20 times with varying degrees of ZAP! Kinda interesting...lol. So there is some progress on that front with some more tests to come in the near future.
Oh and we won our game last night 9 - 4 and I scored again. It seems we win when I score so I told the team to keep that in mind...heh.
I posted a quick setup shot in the comments for those interested.
Have an awesome night!
Poznan, Poland
Tram Station
Summer
"I get up at seven, yeah
And I go to work at nine
I got no time for livin'
Yes, I'm workin' all the time
It seems to me
I could live my life
A lot better than I think I am
I guess that's why they call me
They call me the working man"
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A worker buying some mexican biscuits at the bakery at the end of the day. Mexico. November 2016. ©Eduardo Mendoza
“If A equals success, then the formula is A equals X plus Y and Z, with X being work, Y play, and Z keeping your mouth shut.”
- Albert Einstein
Quilt made of denim jeans, 186 x 140 cm with woollen lining and linen edge. ellensohn.or.at/projekte/quilt.html
Inside gong factory, Indonesia.
Gong is a southeast Asian percussion instrument made from brass or other alloys.
Two men involved in turning the fired brass and handing over them to the rest to pound into the shape of a gong.
The factory was small, and around six local people were involved in the making, and yes they make their living working in this hot environment.
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A portrait of a landscape gardener working at the Chinese Cemetery in Manila, Philippines. Dressed in a bright red shirt and cap, he holds a freshly cut bouquet of Gerbera daisies with a smile, surrounded by plants ready for planting. His presence reflects the quiet dignity of those who tend to the living beauty within spaces of remembrance.
Two workers have a lively conversation while working on a tenement house.
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Seen on a Sunday morning in Madrid near the famous "El Rastro" market. This guy is bringing in some newly donated furniture for sale to those less-fortunate.
Spain has suffered from the years of capitalist-enforced austerity more than most countries and has high rates of unemployment, especially among the young. I sensed an air of pride and dignity among this and a determination to win through which was uplifting.