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Taken on 18 October 2014. Checked on 2 March 2015 - it's still there!
Still there - minus cushion - 2 July 2016 ...
autobody shop in Alexander, North Dakota where thousands of cars and trailers have been left to rust
Coats and one random high heel shoe (didnt find the other one) by the bins on an estate in Clerkenwell, London on Tues 30th August 2022. Shoe is by Clarks in a UK4
CN's second trick dump job pulls a cut of loads out of the yard to be shoved up to the dump house. This job is ran by dock personal and use what ever power is available and MU it to the old AC/WC remote cabs.
“So um...what are you drinking?” Peter inquired
“Oh...champagne...I think? I haven’t ever done this before” Gwen replied
“You’re drinking?”
“Gotta get rid of the blues somehow…”
“The blues?”
“You act as if the breakup was easy for me”
“I vaguely remember you dumping me.”
“Peter I...I didn’t want to break up with you.”
“Then why did you do it, Gwen? Why did you leave?”
“I did it because I was tired of being hurt. I loved you, Peter. Everything was so good...it was like a fairy tale, but you pushed me away too much.”
Peter grabbed her hand and looked her in the eyes. “Then let’s go back to what we had Gwen. It doesn’t have to be over for us. We can work through this...together.”
“Peter…” Gwen trailed off as she let go of his hand. “It's not that easy,” Gwen sadly muttered.
“Why can’t it be that easy? We still love each other! Why can’t we go back to what we had? Why can’t we be together?”
“Because life isn’t easy Peter. I’m leaving the state and you’re going to ESU. We’d have to bend over backward to see each other and I really don’t want to do long distance."
“But Gwen...isn’t what we had worth it? Our happiness together...we can go back to that.”
“The past is the past Peter...we can start again, but we can never go back to what we had."
“Gwen...we can. We can be happy with each other again.”
“I just don’t know Peter...I don’t know if I’m ready to try again,” she said as she pulled away her hand. “Things like this need time…time I don’t think we have,” Gwen said as the elevator dinged once again which caught the attention of Norman Osborn.
“Ah, this must be Mr. Stark. Please excuse me,” Norman commented to the people he was talking to and began to walk to the door. But when the doors opened it was not the eccentric, billionaire, playboy, Tony Stark. It was another man wearing a tan trench coat with goggles on his face. His hair was brown and cut in a bowl cut but was split displaying his forehead.
“Hello Norman,” the figure said confidently as he walked towards Norman Osborn, the guests slowly shuffling out of his way.
“Wh-Who are you and why are you at my gathering?” Norman asked the figure with a slight panic to his voice.
The figure laughed coldly in response. “Oh Norman, don’t pretend like you don’t know me. We both know we share such a rich history,” the figure said continually walking toward Norman.
“What do you want... O-Otto?”
“What do I want? Well...I want to see your fraudulent empire collapse to the ground in a heaping pile of hell’s fire. But this can all be avoided,” the figure said as a prosthetic arm slithered out of his coat holding a camera. “I want you to spread every little secret you have to the world in one massive apology.”
“Like I would-” Norman started.
“Dad!” Harry yelled as he ran up to his dad. “Dad please...just do what he wants. Please do what he wants. Just put your pride away for one second and apologize for whatever you’ve done to this man.”
Norman Osborn looks at his soon then back to Otto with a grimace. “The only one that should be sorry is you for leaving Oscorp because you were only relevant when you worked for me!” Norman shouted at Otto
Otto laughed in response. “You should’ve listened to your son Otto...now you will be responsible for the tragedies that happen tonight,” Otto said as three more tentacles slowly emerged from his vest. “Now Toomes!” A moment passed before Adrian Toomes crashed through the window and smoke began to fill the room. Most guests screamed in peril and began to attempt to flee the room but they were stopped as Mysterio appeared to be in every door. A mechanical laugh filled the room as Electro hovered in through the window. Across the room Peter witnessed all of this.
“Gwen I have to go...you have to go. As soon as you get the chance please get the hell out of here,” Peter said as he began to walk away but Gwen grabbed his hand.
“Peter what do you think you’re doing? Where are you going?” Gwen inquired.
“I...I can’t tell you that. Please just listen to me and no matter what you see...just keep running,” Peter said as he pulled his hand away.
“Peter Parker look at me!” Gwen shouted which caused Peter to turn back in response. “Tell me what’s happening”.
Peter walked over to Gwen and hugged her. He then let go and looked her in the eye and kissed her. “I love you, Gwen Stacy…” Peter then ran off from her as he heard her screaming his name. He then leaped into an air vent and crawled until he reached another room. He jumped down from the vent and swiftly took off his vest and dress pants to reveal his Spider suit. He then put the mask on and took a deep breath. “You can do this Pete...you can do this.” He then took a few steps back and leaped out the window.
This dump truck is so small, it fits inside the space of a chain-link. From the Percival Landing park, in downtown Oly.
This actually isn't a true sketch dump considering it doesn't also include all the bad drawings like my El Pendejo sketch dumps. This compilation was only made to demonstrate the character to one person, but I got carried away and briefly painted the ink drawing on the right. I figured it was worth posting.
Remember this gal from December 2014? The reason you haven't seen more of her character is because I've actually been aggressively studying the female figure for the past several months before I got to a spot where I'm decently satisfied.
flickr's camera roll is a piece of shit.
Delivering wood chips. The trailer is vertical as that entire ramp hydraulically dumps the load. Some drivers let the ramp tip the entire truck as well. We don't need no stinkin' dump truck.
Oh, and if you think you can back up a big rig, take a look at the clearance between the front tires on that ramp. We're talking a couple of inches at best.
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Collects only Street Recycling
We met some folks at our campground and we took them around to see the sights at Valdez. Unfortunately the salmon weren't running yet, so the only bears available were at the dump.
They are trying to bury the refuse, but with digging machines like brown bears it's difficult to provide enough cover. But the problem is that this mother has now instructed her cubs that people smells offer food and once a bear associates something with food there is a 100% chance they'll repeat the behavior.
I noticed that this underground container clogs up regularly. An ideal playground for me then :)
Dumped two pieces of rainwear by the rest of the trash that was placed in front, one Rains curve jacket and a Agu rain jacket.
Scrapyard in France circa 1945. Sturmgeschütz Ausf. G, Jagdpanzer 38 or Marder 38T Ausf. M were actually more often encountered than heavier Panzer (Panther or Tiger).
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I thought these turned out cute. I wish I had put some sprinkles or something in the dirt part, but I'm still happy with them. :)
Truck with trailer, Inpired by american longnose trucks.
More photos here: www.brickshelf.com/cgi-bin/gallery.cgi?f=507820
The opposite exercise of my modernized space sets: here is a small vehicle built only with the parts available in 1983. Quite happy with the style, which fits quite well I think with the space sets of that year - but the "dump truck" side evokes maybe too much the corresponding Town sets from this era ^^
Morrisons, St Helens, Baxter's Lane.
Fly tipping is a big problem everywhere
But what's the harm in dumping stuff on an old disused railway line?
Part of what we do, is to report waste materials to The Council, or in this case Network Rail, in the hope that it is collected before the little darlings set fire to it.
At this time of year, the embankments can be very dry and fire can spread
Just behind me, a tyre company has a pile of tyres leaning against the fencing at the top of the bank
A small job can very quickly turn into something much bigger
More and more Councils are charging for people to place items into recycling centres / tips. We will see more dumping and property being abandoned on the street. I'm sure there's nothing wrong with the plug but even that has been left - disposable Britain ...
I just liked the way the washing machine had been neatly placed between the two pillars ... Almost as if the dumper had a conscience ...
This is the site of Edwards Bridge at the end of Pertobe Road. I guess this shot could have been included in sites dedicated to bridges - but there's an acute lack of bridge!
The old one has been (obviously) removed and a new one is under construction.