323 Comments Posted by reddll

When by the Ruins oft I past
My sorrowing eyes aside did cast
And here and there the places spy
Where oft I sate and long did lie.
Here stood that Trunk, and there that chest,
There lay that store I counted best,
My pleasant things in ashes lie
And them behold no more shall I.
Under the roof no guest shall sit,
Nor at thy Table eat a bit.
No pleasant talk shall 'ere be told
Nor things recounted done of old.
No Candle 'ere shall shine in Thee,
Nor bridegroom's voice ere heard shall bee.
In silence ever shalt thou lie.

-Anne Dudley Bradstreet, Verses upon the Burning of our House, June 18, 1666

Ahhh, the old school kitchen!

In black & white the buckets in the background remind me of ice cream containers.

I wonder why the "normal" fridges have such heavy duty latches and the "high risk" fridge just has a cheap little sliding latch?

Hmmmm......

Geez the glass is so thick on that thing! It's a wonder any light made it out of there!

That's a bonafida "can't climb out of this thing" window.

Kinda reminds you of the inside of dirty ductwork.........complete with soap dispenser!

"scratch" heh heh, a play on words unawares.

Ahh, the sun rising on another work day! Lockers standing at the ready for whatever junk they are going to lock away today!

You know, putting mud on nettle stings makes them feel much better. Also, when the mud dries it pulls most of the nettle "stinger" hairs out when you remove it (don't wet it to remove it! you will have to start over again from scratch!).

I'd like to be under the sea
In an octopus's garden in the shade
He'd let us in, knows where we've been
In his octopus's garden in the shade
I'd ask my friends to come and see
In an octopus's garden with me
I'd like to be under the sea
In an octopus's garden in the shade

We would be warm below the storm
In our little hideaway beneath the waves
Resting our head on the sea bed
In an octopus's garden near a cave
We would sing and dance around
because we know we can't be found
I'd like to be under the sea
In an octopus's garden in the shade

We would shout and swim about
The coral that lies beneath the waves
Oh what joy for every girl and boy
Knowing they're happy and they're safe
We would be so happy you and me
No one there to tell us what to do
I'd like to be under the sea
In an octopus's garden with you
in an octopus's garden with you
in an octopus's garden with you

Octopus's Garden - sung by The Beatles (sung by Ringo)

Erin, my Schizophrenic grandmother used to be a chain smoker. And you are right, it did quiet her voices and calm her for a short time. Later when drugs got better and they discovered the ills of smoking, she quit. I give her a lot of credit, it had to have been hard to do with all of the problems she was having at the time. Most of the institutions she was in had designated smoking rooms for the patients.

Well, your lack of sleep didn't hinder your creativeness at all! The gallery turned out great. It is nice that you were able to find out so many different tidbits to add as well as comparison photos. It really rounded out the experience.

This was a scale in the floor?

Pegboard?????

Oh the humanity.

I am often filled with disbelief at what some think of as progress. If heating and cooling was the problem then why did they also cover up the columns and change the door frames? Even if they dropped the ceiling they could have left the other details. It would have still been lovely.

"To change
and to change for the better
are two different things."
-- German Proverb

How spooky and eerily foreboding! Right out of a horror movie!

This looks like it should be out in front of a department store or a bank or something. What an interesting door.

I just couldn't imagine some poor mentally ill person getting "stuck" in one of these doors. How confusing for them. Or even scary!

I notice it is only a two "compartment" door. Most of the ones I see these days have three or four "compartments". This one would easily allow a wheelchair to fit, or other equipment.