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Placing a new culvert for Secret Creek under SR 532 near Stanwood requires a very deep trench.
Contractor crews working for WSDOT excavated a trench 40 feet deep for the new culvert.
Replacing the existing culvert is necessary because it's only 4-feet in diameter and poses a barrier to fish. The narrow size means that water speeds though it far too fast.
The new culvert will be 18 feet wide by 10 feet tall and 195 feet long.
19:15
I've been thinking -- the first aid kit I found in the kitchen, it's new. Brand new, and very well-stocked. It has the construction company logo on it, so I guess that's who provided it -- in case a worker was injured. Which makes sense, but...
It just seems...damn convenient. I can't tell if I'm being unreasonably paranoid. I like to keep my paranoia reasonable. I want to go up to the third floor for the best chance at cell reception, but I don't want to leave Ramirez alone.
I wish I knew whether to feel sorry for him, and protective, or smug and self-righteous about what happened to him.
If he's NOT involved, and he WAS actually attacked -- I guess I can feel extra crappy, later, if it turns out he has nothing to do with any of this.
I'm making us something to eat. At least the wood burning appliances haven't yet been replaced by electric ones or we'd be down to breakfast bars and trail mix.
20:03
Soup, crackers, and coffee have warmed and relaxed us. Ramirez is using the brandy for a painkiller, but I'm going to steer clear and stay clear. Someone might try to get in here and I need to be ready.
20:45
Ramirez isn't feeling much pain, now. He's starting to consider the cool factor of the eventual scar. He's pretty darn cute when he's helpless and tipsy.
I need to focus.
When he's like this, I feel guilty for thinking he might be involved in this scam -- IF it is a scam. That's not to say I believe the house and estate are haunted, but there could be odd... things going on, mixed in with the direct, human involvement. I don't dismiss "odd" out-of-hand.
I'd like for Ramirez to not be involved in this, obviously, but I can't believe blindly. He's asked me to read aloud to him from some of the journals. He says working on that will take his mind off the pain and help to pass the time. I pointed out that he probably didn't feel any pain already, but that I could use the distraction too.
21:48
We've been going through all of the diaries, journals, and notes; jotting down points of interest and dates, or guesses at dates, putting together a timeline of events. There are inconsistencies, glaring ones.
The stillborn baby seems to be the focal point, things are relatively normal until that event. Well, American Gothic normal, I suppose.
There's talk of rats, a lot of talk, and some property disputes with locals, but it was after the baby's death that things got "out of control odd." Supposedly, the wife was sent abroad to recover after the stillbirth, but the maid writes about her downward spiral in health and spirits like she never left, and also remarks on the husband's health deteriorating. He apparently became obsessed with the spirit world of the Native Americans in the area, the same ones with whom he was having the property disputes.
The husband's new spiritual interest is apparently what brings the Native American man in the painting, to the estate.
Oddly, though the husband's journals indicate he sent his wife away almost immediately after the death of their child, the maid's diaries suggest that some time passes -- maybe as much as a year. Ramirez has begun adding the Latin translations to our timeline. These journals were kept by the family friend, the doctor, and he had another opinion about things.
He insists the infant's death was unpreventable and even "a blessing." He says the child was "imperfectly made" and that those imperfections caused the infant's death. He must have meant some kind of terrible birth defects.
Ramirez isn't sure if the doctor's delicate description of the infant's condition was a product of the era, or an effort to spare the husband and wife's sensibilities, in the event they were ever to lay eyes upon his notes.
Whatever the case, he didn't allow either of them to view the body, and there's a suggestion that the coffin that was buried was empty, that the baby was buried in an unmarked grave to prevent anyone from seeing its condition.
Ramirez said that might have been done, not only to protect the emotions of the family, but to keep "freak collectors" from stealing and preserving the body to peddle for sideshow exploitation.
Something about the unmarked grave, and Ramirez' remarks struck a cold chord in me, and I quickly looked through the paintings for one in particular -- the gardener at night.
I thought it was a depiction of a gardener because he was digging in the garden.
Digging.
(This story originally appeared on my main page. Archived here. The rest of the original story, with new images, will follow.
Original comments are below.)
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Alex Allen
9y
nice shot
Teddi Beres
9y
Alex Allen (hugs) Thank you!
cold pail (deleted)
9y
I should have left you some cake!
Teddi Beres
9y
Mmmm, cake! (giggles)
belladonna quixote
9y
I love this story! (If you ever need an extra, let me know!)
Teddi Beres
9y
belladonna quixote Thank you, and you know I will! (hugs)
Chatwick Harpax
9y
The Brandy seems to be coming in quite handy? Maybe you need to investigate that angle a little bit more In-depth ;)
Teddi Beres
9y
Chatwick Harpax (giggles) SOMEbody has to stay sober! We're in danger!
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belladonna quixote
9y
Ted, pick his pocket while he's passed out. lol
Teddi Beres
9y
belladonna quixote There is NO way I'm sticking my hand into his pocket. That's EXACTLY his plan. (giggles)
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belladonna quixote
9y
OMG! That's a RAT! (jumps on a table)
Teddi Beres
9y
belladonna quixote (falls over, giggling)
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Erebus Darkfold
9y
Hey, I look super sinister! Excellent work!
belladonna quixote
9y
Dark and creepy. You guys scare me. lol
Art Dreamed Award
Art Dreamed Award ;
Teddi Beres
9y
Erebus Darkfold Just captured the inner you. (giggles) Thank you!
Teddi Beres
9y
belladonna quixote Hooray! It's working! (huggles) Thank you bunches!
Chatwick Harpax
9y
Cannot wait till the next installment, on pins n needles ;)
Teddi Beres
9y
Chatwick Harpax Yay! Thank you lots and lots! I'm so glad you're enjoying it and...the wait is over! (There's a new Bluff image up.) hugs you
Precious Note (deleted)
9y
This is my favourite so far!! I love the concept and composition!
Teddi Beres
9y
Precious Note That's super terrific to hear! I was trying to create a sense of depth, along with the darkness and I'm all bouncy-happy that you like it! (hugs)
yes I was digging around old photos
saw this one and wondered why I didn't use it!
it started playing with my eyes when I cropped it square!!
One of my favorite subjects, a lovely young lady named Tina, returned to the beach this weekend. As you can see she's a pretty good volleyball player. And very gracious to let me take these photos.
As some of you already know, we’ve been digging deep into our vaults and digitizing 16mm photolog footage from 1966 to give you our BC Road Trip Time Machine video series. (“Photologs” were created to capture road condition information across the province and give our engineers the ability to study a particular stretch of road without having to travel into the field.)
Looking back on these old reels reveals a lot more than just pavement condition. The camera installed onto the dash of a car and driven over 9,000 km of BC highways captured some incredible glimpses of our province during the heyday that was the 60’s. So sit back, relax and watch a world long gone by in the rear view mirror. Learn more here: tranbc.ca/?s=photolog#sthash.IH22QypR.dpbs
A few weeks ago, when the sun was out, and the bees were still hard at work, I took this photo near Laburnum Path in Vandusen Botanical Garden.
EF100mm f/2.8L Macro IS USM
f/7.1, 1/80 sec, ISO 1600
Previously,
People, second prize singles
November 20, 2015
Arzuma Tinado (28) leads an eight-member crew of miners at Djuga, an artisanal gold mine in north-eastern Burkina Faso. Around 15,000 people work in the area, in pits hacked into the ground, some barely wider than a manhole.
As the price of gold fell, people began to dig ever deeper to find enough to make a daily wage. Arzuma works some 20 meters underground. Mining under these conditions is backbreaking labor during which miners are constantly breathing in dust. The subsequent process of extracting the gold exposes them to mercury and cyanide.
My initial response to this photograph is that I really like it because of how the photographer took it and what I mean by that is that I like the fact that the light on his head creates a light that is on his face which illuminates him and makes it clear to see he is the point of view in this photo. I also really like that the photographer decided do a shallow depth of field to blur out the background. This is another aspect of the photo that makes it clear to see the man is the point of view. I like how sharp this photo is because you can see all the detailing on his face and hands which makes the photograph more interesting and successful. I think the photographer captures a sense of relief through this photograph. I think this because the man works as a miner and works in some very stressful and tiring conditions. This photo captures the stress relief from his work by him smoking (because people who smoke often feel relieved and less stressed after having a smoke).
Collective 52 Photo Project - 2017
Road construction in Colleyville, TX
Image edited with NIK Classic Camera Filter
Oxford Diecast 1/76 - 763CX001 - JCB 3CX Eco Backhoe Loader
Think of a digger and this is probably what comes to mind, the latest version of the famous JCB 3CX, excellently modelled by Oxford. It is quite a feat of miniature engineering with the full range of movement at both ends just like the real thing, Oddly though, Oxford put all the movements into the front forks and then glued them in the stowed position folded on top of the bucket so I had to unstick them.
Planting my peach orchard. I planted six peach trees in my back yard this afternoon. Here you can see me digging a hole. (That gray thing on the right that looks like a cactus is the sole of my left shoe. I've always wanted to put the camera in the bottom of the hole to see what I look like looking in.)
The wind blew peacefully through the trees. Birds chirped, squirrels chattered, and the sound of leaves falling could be heard in the thick, beautiful forest of southern Lenfald. Bits of red and orange were beginning to appear in the treetops. The forest was changing, green was giving way to red.
Sir Glennian reflected on this as he and his companions treaded, almost silently, on the old forest road. So many things had happened recently, the once peaceful land of Roawia was now aching with the pains of conflict and turmoil, and the only plausible outcome seemed to be war. Loreos, only few miles walk southward, was now threatening invasion. Green did indeed seem to be giving way to red.
Sounds of people now reached Sir Glennian’s ears, and he saw they had almost reached their destination. As he came around a bend in the path, he saw it, not a hundred yards ahead of him. A deep hole had been dug in the center of the path, nearly fifteen feet deep, and men could be seen swarming around it.
“Foreman!” Sir Glennian shouted.
All the workers turned and noticed their visitors, and a stout man in a green cloak turned to greet them. He had a thick, curly, brown beard covering his smiling face, which was topped with thick, curly, brown hair.
“Ah, you are here at last!” He greeted them. “We have made much progress on the work. As you can see, the hole is over a dozen feet deep. Just an hour ago the blacksmith arrived with the spikes that will be stuck in the bottom. Then we will cover it with branches spread over with dirt, and the next Loreesi scum who comes through here-”
He broke off with a large wave of his hand, indicating the destruction the Loreesi would face.
Glennian nodded. “Well, let’s hope it doesn’t come to that.”
He looked forlornly down the path. Somewhere in that direction was a great desert…one in which war was brewing, a war that, he feared, Lenfald could never be completely ready for.
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Well, I was going to enter this into the last Lenfald LC, but I obviously didn’t finish it in time. Congrats to Gary and Paul on the wins! ;)
Soli Deo Gloria! :)
A crew of miners working a larger pit in Tonga, Sierra Leone
More of the story at www.adamcohn.com/thoughts/2008/04/searching-for-diamonds-...