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Captured in stark monochrome, this image pays tribute to the silent dignity of manual labor. The silhouette of a worker mid-gesture, hand raised in rhythm with the task, reminds us that behind every structure stands a human story built with strength, repetition, and perseverance.
Tony White studied engineering at the Ballarat School of Mines (SMB), becoming an Associate of the School in 1962. His extensive career in the resources sector is well recognised. He was Executive General Manager, Coal, Copper and Metals Processing with Mount Isa Mines Ltd, where he combined his engineering experience with business development and financial management.
Source: Federation University.
"His whole life was a million-to-one shot."
('Rocky Balboa' and 'Apollo Creed' by NECA)
This picture is dedicated to a very courageous boy named Findlay, who's going through some really hard times now. So please support him with your positive thoughts or a small message or, as creative as you all are, with some nice picture ! Let's just put a smile on his face !
Yo, Findlay, you will go the distance - and you're gonna be a greater fighter than Rocky ! I'm absolutely sure about that and I wish you all the very best !!
Passengers ride on the rear and roof of an overloaded public jeepney along a road in Palawan, Philippines. Several men sit and stand among bags and containers secured to the vehicle, while others hold onto the rear as the bus continues forward.
wakefield street photography, candid portraits in the rain
Where is it that this morning takes you
With your shape that is consumed by rain
Your silhouette that keeps on falling through
Your restless shadow never still upon the plane
You are drifting through these empty streets
With a face unseen amongst these crowds
Your music is for anyone with heartbeats
But Those sentiments are always disallowed
You are the stranger with a face upon the glass
You look heavy in your everyday disguise
With an empty smile for everyone you pass
An unknown soldier hiding beneath cyan skies
It's as if the words have all elapsed
And you just keep walking through the smoke
You wanna change it but your all relapsed
You earn the world but you're still broke
They never even know your name
Your just a whisper on these cardboard streets
You lose it all and still proclaim
It's all just history that plays and then repeats
This was a national protest march just 5 days before the Chancellor's Spring Budget Statement
We say:
**Stop the cuts
**Invest in our homes and communities
**Refurbish, don't demolish!
It's all work in progress. And the promised torrential rain held off.
Spam, spam, spam, spam, spam!
Are you feeling the pinch in austerity Britain? Counting the pennies? Tightening your belt? Can you even afford a belt to tighten? And what's YOUR long term economic plan?!!!
Poverty is the new normal... but don't worry... because WE'RE ALL IN THIS TOGETHER (apparently).
And Helen... this is my submission to the "DARKNESS" photo challenge.
"You'd better stop this fight ! You ain't nothin' but a bum !"
('Rocky Balboa' and 'Apollo Creed' by NECA)
Diorama by RK
Palmer, Alfred T.,, photographer.
Crane operator at TVA's Douglas Dam, Tennessee
1942 June
1 transparency : color.
Notes:
Title from FSA or OWI agency caption.
Transfer from U.S. Office of War Information, 1944.
Subjects:
Tennessee Valley Authority
World War, 1939-1945
Dams
Construction industry
Hoisting machinery
United States--Tennessee
Format: Transparencies--Color
Rights Info: No known restrictions on publication.
Repository: Library of Congress, Prints and Photographs Division, Washington, D.C. 20540 USA, hdl.loc.gov/loc.pnp/pp.print
Part Of: Farm Security Administration - Office of War Information Collection 12002-36 (DLC) 93845501
General information about the FSA/OWI Color Photographs is available at hdl.loc.gov/loc.pnp/pp.fsac
Higher resolution image is available (Persistent URL): hdl.loc.gov/loc.pnp/fsac.1a35239
Call Number: LC-USW36-316
The People's Palace was built in 1910 - 1911 for the Salvation Army as a temperance hotel. Designed by Colonel Saunders, the Salvation Army's architect, it comprised three floors of accommodation, a service basement and a rooftop garden. Built near Central Railway Station, the hotel contained 130 rooms and provided inexpensive 'working class' accommodation for travellers.
The concept of temperance hotels grew out of the temperance movement and the Peoples Palace was the first of its type in Queensland. No alcohol, gambling, or 'other evils' were permitted on the premises.
In 1913 extensions were undertaken which involved adding an extra two storeys. Renovations and internal re-arrangements continued over the decades as uses and priorities changed.
In 1979 the building was leased out as budget accommodation. Recently, the Salvation Army has established its headquarters on the site and the building is now primarily used as offices.
Source: Queensland Heritage Register.
laboring
decades
to grasp
i'm a good person?
fun, lively, vibrant?
creative, resourceful, savvy?
generous, loving, kind?
still
born
unchosen
turned down
out
poor
low
class
less
we can be friends? with benefits?
perhaps, somewhat
in love?
worthy of even that, sometimes
yet
the day i at last read and re-read
that people choose partners
of the socio-economic status
they themselves were born into
decades
for my hands
to unclench
finally to fall
open
in understanding
the heart of the matter
isn't heart at all
what's minded to
is money
and
not "who are you?"
or "how do you do?"
but "what do you do?"
"what power do you give me?"
i admit to
an innocence of sorts
in believing
that given
intelligence
emotion
senses
and spirit
any given person
would naturally respond
to the beck
the call
of the nature
of love
itself
first, foremost
judging
affection by affinity
kinship by accord
instead i find
judgment
of ultimate worth and value
done by comparison
i note the tracking:
"what side of the tracks are you from?"
tracked down
years of searching
i discover the source
the wellspring
why and where
babes like myself
are thrown out
with the bathwater
This is a new mono edit of an old shot taken at the Bristol City versus Bristol Rovers football game - a game where there is ALWAYS trouble. This was taken before the match as fans were entering the City stadium.
Perhaps I am reading his face wrong, but I see fear there. I have other shots from later in the game where a riot policeman controlling the crowds literally looks like he is peeing himself in fear.
I know it's a really hard job and they get a lot of ****, but to put this in perspective, and give the flip side of the coin, the police have a totally different attitude at cricket and rugby. I have seen it for myself. Football is traditionally working class and I was shocked how badly they treated (not saying this guy, I don't know about him) NORMAL law-abiding fans (who are the majority) - even when I was warned about it beforehand, I thought it must have been deserved and/or greatly exaggerated. But it's true... The police actively bait normal fans. They take enjoyment in punishing the majority for the minority of troubledoers. I have seen this in other football stadiums too, it is not just Bristol.
Most of the police there treated me like absolute dirt, and I was there in a "photojournalist" role. Why can't they police football like they do rock concerts etc - with the same equal respect for crowds?
I saw some actively bait the crowds. The coppers were nasty to normal football fans (the majority) including pensioners, women and kids. It's not a lousy attitude to the Tote End Boot Boy hoolies, who are now mostly geriatric anyway, it's to all of "us". (And for the record, it was Bristol City living up to their nickname - s**theads - creating the trouble at this game).
Riot police watched on without blinking and said nothing while one City fan punched me right in front of him for shooting pics of the violence that resulted halfway through the game. Anywhere else and they would have protected me or at least said something. But because I was in the Rovers' End I wasn't worth protecting.
Whoever said classism was dead in 21st-century Britain needs to go to a footie game and see for themselves. I didn't believe it until I saw it for myself.
"You're gonna eat lightnin' and you're gonna crap thunder!"
('Rocky Balboa' and 'Apollo Creed' by NECA)
Diorama by RK
Who is a working class artist? See :
www.workingclassartist.com/p/what-is-working-class-artist...
J'ai toujours eu beaucoup d'admiration pour les artistes du quotidien, pour nos artisans. Et cette petite Galerie située à Vancouver, simple et ressemblante à une « shop » m'a ému et rappelé les difficultés de beaucoup de nos artisans. Et les paroles de la chanson de John Lennon (Working Class Hereo) me sont revenus en tête:
As soon as you're born they make you feel small
By giving you no time instead of it all
Till the pain is so big you feel nothing at all
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be....
Vintage 1930s Hungarian family stands in yard before horse-drawn hay wagon, rural village life captured in photo
During the First World War, about 2,500 people from the Toronto neighbourhood of Earlscourt, which was made up mainly of workingclass British immigrants, enlisted for military service – more per capita than from any other district in Canada. Over 320 were killed, and many more were wounded.
Following the Great War, His Royal Highness The Prince of Wales (the future King Edward VIII) joined hundreds of residents at Prospect Cemetery on August 27, 1919, to honour the war dead and commemorate the sacrifices of the citizens of Earlscourt. He planted a silver maple (Acer saccharinum) in this veterans’ section of the cemetery in honour of his comrades-in-arms. Many of the silver maples now growing in the Mount Pleasant Group of Cemeteries were propagated from the seeds of this tree.
“They gave up their own lives that others
might live in freedom. Let those who come
after see to it that their names be not
forgotten.”
– From the message by HRH The Prince of Wales
August 27, 1919Remembrance Day Prospect Cemetery Cenotaph.