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Terrys removals arrive to drop off some furniture just as another train full of excited children expectant with the thought of meeting Father Christmas departs Bewdley bound for Santa's Grotto at the North pole. (AKA Arley station)
Four days after the big snow, removal of the snow banks was done on our street. Although the road had been cleared as the storm occurred, we were left with big banks that reduced the road to one lane.
This was a very quick phone grab from my window of the blower filling the truck and the concomitant spray skyward.
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He and his wife had been living here for a long time. In this old, large and rambling home on High Street. It is too large now for this old couple and to cumbersome to maintain (it is a listed building too). They contributed to the life of the village - he, for example, ran its Historical Society for a while. They are too old now to continue here and are moving away into something smaller and perhaps easier to live in. All things must end. Fuji X-Pro3 plus Fujinon 1.2/56.
Titled "Removal men" I was asked on my reflection post yesterday to consider a mono conversion and increase the grain. I have done on this photo.
An unexpected result, when I used the Adobe PS "remove tool," while working on a photo. Curious if anyone has experienced this.
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Street photography from Glasgow, Scotland.
Anonymously captured in May 2017 and previously unpublished. I had arrived to what sounded like a woman being assaulted and a police officer rushing from his parked car. I was pleased that I had not arrived sooner to the location for fear that I would have simply had to have intervened!
Today, following devastating local elections for The Conservative Party, the State Opening of Parliament took place. HRH The Prince of Wales read a speech written by The Government in respect to their coming bills and actions for this session of government.
Laws previously rejected by The Lords for being too draconian are now back on the agenda. Bills set to make protesting ever more illegal. Once those are through there will be bills to reduce your basic human rights. The European Court of Human Rights will still be an option above and beyond the UK law but only for the very wealthy, there will be no legal aid to go beyond UK law. New bills are coming to alter electoral processes and the scope of areas, which follow on from a law already passed to remove independence from the Electoral Commission. Elections will be overseen by the Government in power.
When the Tory Government start stripping rights that mean something to you and they have already removed your legal right to protest against them, please don't start crying saying that you didn't see it coming.
Make no mistake - these are dark times. We have a populist autocratic Government bent on lies, cover ups and avoidance of accountability. We are on the verge of an elected dictatorship and our media are powerless as they are controlled by the Tory party or major donors to the Tory party. Well, aside from Channel 4 which is why the Tories want to sell it off!
Dark times. More police powers are coming. Fewer rights. Fewer freedoms. Less opportunity to affect change through voting. This is how Germany tumbled in the 1930s.
Fraser Foreshore East Pier, construction.
North Arm, Fraser River,
Burnaby Fraser Foreshore Park, Burnaby, British Columbia, Canada.
Council approved a Contract Award (CA) of $2,662,046 to Fraser River Pile & Dredge to replace the east pier at Fraser River
Foreshore Park. The work includes demolition and removal of the existing pier and construction of the new pier including piling,
concrete deck, railings, shoreline protection and landscaping.
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View from a central seat of Berliner Dom.
In 1940, the blast waves of Allied bombing blew part of the windows away.
On 24 May 1944, a bomb of combustible liquids entered the roof lantern of the dome.
The fire could not be extinguished at that unreachable section of the dome.
So the lantern burnt out and collapsed into the main floor.
Between 1949 and 1953, a temporary roof was built to enclose the building.
On 9 May 1967 the then still undivided Evangelical Church of the Union decided a committee for the reconstruction of the Supreme Parish and Cathedral Church, then located in East Berlin.
The government of the Eastern German Democratic Republic did not oppose the work of the committee due to the concomitant inflow of Deutsche Marks.
In 1975, reconstruction started, simplifying the building's original design and demolishing the northern wing, the 'Denkmalskirche' – Memorial Church.
Compared by some to the Medici Chapel, it had survived the war completely intact but was demolished for ideological reasons by the communist government due to it being a hall of honour for the Hohenzollern dynasty.
This resulted in scaffolding for restoration appearing on the church while detonation charges were applied to its undamaged rear.
The government also demanded the removal of as many crosses as possible.
The demolition and redesign cost 800,000 marks, while the restoration (done on the cheap) cost just 50,000 marks.
The Berlin Cathedral Building Society now seek to rebuild the Denkmalskirche.
In 1980, the baptistery and wedding church was reopened for services.
The restoration of the nave was begun in 1984.
On 6 June 1993, the nave was reinaugurated in an event attended by Federal Chancellor Helmut Kohl and televised nationwide in Germany.
There has been discussion to restore the dome and surrounding cupolas to their original appearance, but this has not occurred due to lack of funds. (Source: Wikipedia)
CUPULA DE LA CATEDRAL DE BERLIN, 2008
Vista desde un asiento central de la Cúpula de la Catedral de Berlin.
En 1940, las ondas expansivas de los bombardeos aliados hicieron volar parte de las ventanas.
El 24 de mayo de 1944, una bomba de líquidos combustibles entró en la linterna del techo de la cúpula.
El fuego no pudo ser extinguido en esa sección inalcanzable de la cúpula.
Así que la linterna se quemó y se derrumbó en el piso principal.
Entre 1949 y 1953 se construyó un techo provisional para cerrar el edificio.
El 9 de mayo de 1967, la entonces todavía indivisa Iglesia Evangélica de la Unión decidió un comité para la reconstrucción de la Parroquia Suprema y de la Iglesia Catedral, entonces situada en Berlín Oriental.
El gobierno de la República Democrática Alemana del Este no se opuso a la labor del comité debido a la concomitante entrada de marcos alemanes.
En 1975 se inició la reconstrucción, simplificando el diseño original del edificio y demoliendo el ala norte, la "Denkmalskirche" - Iglesia Conmemorativa.
Comparada por algunos con la Capilla de los Médicis, había sobrevivido a la guerra completamente intacta, pero fue demolida por razones ideológicas por el gobierno comunista debido a que era un salón de honor de la dinastía Hohenzollern.
Esto hizo que aparecieran en la iglesia andamios para su restauración mientras se aplicaban cargas detonadoras en su parte trasera no dañada.
El gobierno también exigió la retirada del mayor número posible de cruces.
La demolición y el rediseño costaron 800.000 marcos, mientras que la restauración (hecha a la ligera) sólo costó 50.000 marcos.
La Sociedad de Construcción de la Catedral de Berlín pretende ahora reconstruir la Denkmalskirche.
En 1980, el baptisterio y la iglesia matrimonial volvieron a abrirse a los servicios.
La restauración de la nave se inició en 1984.
El 6 de junio de 1993, la nave fue reinaugurada en un acto al que asistió el Canciller Federal Helmut Kohl y que fue televisado a nivel nacional en Alemania.
Se ha hablado de restaurar la cúpula y las cúpulas circundantes para devolverles su aspecto original, pero no se ha hecho por falta de fondos. (Fuente: Wikipedia)
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Thompson Removals Kenworth K108 B-Double cruises West along the RFDS Air Strip on the Nullarbor bound for Perth.
Don’t you just hate that end of holiday feeling! For me it slightly erodes the sprits during the last few days, when you should be living in the moment enjoying the holiday. Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy my job, it’s creative, rewarding and often fun, but the feeling I get towards the end of a holiday doesn’t seem to respect these facts. I think it’s fundamentally about freedom, or the removal of structure that is so appealing about holidays, total freedom (well ‘kind of’, if you have kids and a strong minded wife... I should leave it there I think!) Anyway as you can imagine I’ve just returned from Cornwall and just finished my first day at work. Man it was hard to get out of bed and crack open that email...wine...err, email that’s it, EMAIL...Mind u, I bet my liver is looking forward to a rest now I’m back at work...
This shot was a particularly enjoyable evening, at Trevone bay. Kids and wife in pub, me down at water’s edge slipping about and smiling from ear to ear...and a pint and a good meal afterwards!
goddamn automation. but i still love it
driver gave me a wierd look
Owned by: aaa trash
Chassis: International 4900
Body Maufacture: leach
Type of truck: rear loader
additional notes: this truck is dead
location of photo: Alexandria va
The undisputed highlight of Cordoba (and arguably of Southern Spain) is the magnificent 'Mezquita', the former Great Mosque that since the Spanish reconquest of 1236 has served as Cordoba Cathedral, a unique marriage of styles and cultures and one of the World's greatest architectural masterpieces.
The site dates back to Roman times, the pagan temples giving way to the first Visigothic cathedral which stood here in the 7th and 8th centuries. After the Islamic conquest the church was divided between Christians and Muslims until the Christian side was brought for conversion into the first mosque. In the following centuries the mosque was rebuilt and enlarged in ever more magnificent form up to around 987.
The Great Mosque continued to function until the Spanish reconquest of 1246 when it was converted back to Christian use as the city's cathedral; luckily the unparalled beauty of the Islamic architecture was recognised and largely respected, though new additions were made in various places adding further stylistic layers to the complex, initially in gothic, then Renaissance and latterly Baroque styles.
The biggest alteration came at the end of the Middle Ages when a more recognisable cathedral structure was erected over the centre of the multi-aisled former prayer hall. Begun as a gothic church, it was completed as a largely Renaissance structure with rich vaulting and a low dome over the crossing. Though it required the removal of many of the superb arcades and columns to erect it, the structure's impact is less apparent from within as one might expect, since it has few lower walls, literally growing from the Moorish colonnades.
The complete structure of the Mosque/Cathedral covers a vast rectangular area with an open courtyard to the north with the Baroque bell tower (the former minaret reclad)and the seemingly endless columned halls of the interior, with some 856 columns (many reused from Roman buildings, themselves reused in the previous church). Various chambers and chapels of varying dates and styles open up making the internal layout somewhat confusing to follow. The centre of the complex is dominated by the Renaissance cathedral, whose soaring interior flooded with light actually contrasts well with the more intimate, darker areas of the mosque, if making the experience somewhat surreal and other worldy. One can wander this ever changing interior for hours and still feel like one has barely scratched the surface.
The most notable parts of the Islamic structure are the magnificent double rows of scalloped arches, with multiple cusps and alternating bands of red and white. There are also some truly gorgeous ceilings, masterpieces of Islamic design, including the domes over the former mihrab niche, parts of which retain rich mosaic decoration.
In other areas the contrast of Islamic and Christian styles is quite bizarre, with the perimeter of the building lined with chapels, Moorish in style but many filled by huge gilded Baroque altars, somewhat at odds with the original style.
All in all the Mosque / Cathedral of Cordoba is one of the wonders of the World and for me was the highlight of this trip to Andalusia. As a fascinating fusion of faiths, styles and first rate architecture, there simply is nowhere else remotely like it.
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cathedral%E2%80%93Mosque_of_C%C3%B3...
Yesterday was a big day at Blijdorp,the zoo in Rotterdam. Mother elephant Douanita and her daughter Tonya left the Zoo for there removal to Prague.
At this moment the container with Douanita in it is lifted on the trailer.The other container contains her daughter.
It struck me as a bit perverse to hang a tree removal sign on a beautiful stand of trees. Big business in rural America.
btw...never take their word for being licensed and insured...ask to see the papers!!!
Deep in the darkest recesses of Beamish Museum rests the remains of this Victorian horse-drawn furniture removals wagon. Restoration has only just begun - it has new wheels on it - but there is much more to do. The feint remains of the writing on the sides indicates that it did "Furniture Removals and Storage" and that it belonged to "??? Dixon" of "Gilesgate, Durham"(City)
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Big day at the house with my arborist neighbor Alex removing 13 dead trees. Mostly ash and a few others damaged in a wind storm
Onsite Hydraulic Repair, 24/7 UK coverage. Each van is professionally kitted out with the appropriate tools for removal, manufacture and refitting of hydraulic hose assemblies accompanied by stock to ensure that 99% of jos are carried out there and then.
One of the owners of this century-old house is moving out due to demolition.
No.15 Lane 507 Shunchang Rd., Shanghai
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Aoineadh Mor / Inniemore. July 27th 1824.
The man raised his head from where he stooped over the rocks and boulders that lay in a pile around him, and looked up the hill to where his two boys were working over a grey granite boulder and rolling it slowly down the slope to where he was. They were devoted to each other, William and James, each 9 and 7 years old. They might just as easily fight each other but today they toiled together heaving and pushing to make the rock move towards the house. Father and two women, Elizabeth and Mrs Swanson, were sorting through the rocks and individually picking a suitable piece to place in the wall. They had reached about the seventh layer, rounding out the corner of the house to reduce wind noise for the inhabitants and to make it less vulnerable to cattle rubbing themselves on the corner and dislodging stones.
Father placed another three rocks and paused once more, not least to stand for a second and admire with pride his two boys working together. As a team they were making good progress and he reckoned they would have a fine new home before the autumn gales arrived. They had sourced logs from the nearby forest for roof timbers and there was a plentiful supply of turf for the roof covering on the flatter land near the burn that ran through the middle of the settlement. This new house would be the fifteenth in this isolated and remote glen and he couldn’t wait to see the smoke rising from the hole at one end when the hearth was lit. What a place it was. Paradise. So quiet and self contained. Idyllic. Just these good folk living as tenant farmers, their cattle, chickens, goats and hens eeking out a basic living from the glen within the surrounding mountain sides. He loved it here, far from the madding world as he knew it.
A boulder rolled onto his foot breaking his reverie. The boys expected some admonishment but he looked down and smiled at them, “Come on, he said let’s get this big one on the wall, just here, it will go well” and together they bent down to get their palms under it and lift it up. It fitted snuggly on its flatter base, a nice clean light grey granite boulder. Little brother pushed some small stones into the gaps to chock it in. Then they each slapped a palm on it, to test its stability and took a step back to admire their work.
“One day, long after I am long gone from this world, I hope you can stand here and see this stone you put here when you were a boy”, said father. The boys looked up at their father, his demise too unthinkable, a thought they could not bear. A world without him.
But here the eldest was. Alone, now an old man himself. It was a similar July day. Grey and overcast, but not cold. The wind heard him utter, “Bastards”, directed at those who so long ago destroyed his family home. They had come, the authorities, the tacksmen with their strange Saxon accents, and decreed all 15 families must move, to where they did not care. It had come as a shock. They had been expecting a rent increase, not eviction. The officials and their men moved from house to house in the settlement, emptying the belongings outside, hurling furniture and chattels into piles., and dousing the fires in the hearth.
Now he looked at the light grey boulder, today capped in moss, that he and his younger brother, and his father had lifted into position, a tear forming in his eye. Mary Cameron, who had lived nearby, recounted what had happened:
"They were cast out. No home to call their own. Not even a bothy to shelter in. His mother had carried his little brother, in her arms across her chest, wrapped in a shawl. He had walked by his father’s side leading their goat on a rope. His father carried his frail and elderly widowed mother in a creel on his back. A neighbour offered to carry some of their simple furniture on his back. 14 miles to the end of the day and through the night across the rough, open land to a delapidated turf and timber byer near Lochaline. It was shelter from the rain that came later. A few, blighted, foraged potatoes was all they had to eat, until they made it to relatives in Kilmalieu four days later"
Now just the lower walls of his family house remain once more. The rock, “his rock” still stands on the seventh layer, testament to how little mankind has advanced in 100 years in terms of humanity, equality, and homelessness. Now I was there too, as a 21st Century observer I found it very moving to feel the atmosphere and history of the Highland Clearances in Aoineacdh Mor. “Bastards” he said again, before turning to head for home. It would be a long way: Antigonish, Nova Scotia.