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Wonderful wooden ceiling.
I agree with tony c. (hey that rhymes). Great with the 3 doors and angles/colours.
Great photo with the ceiling lamp as a focal point in the upper center.
Lovely and bright, great photo of the colours.
Oh boy, another gallery. I didn't have time to check all week, and just saw this. Wonderful intro and thanks for the historical photos and tale of your entry by the gate. (BTW in the intro, Jane Tappen lay in bed, I suggest that is better than lied.)
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Motts, 2 times? Here? Does this mean another album is going to be posted soon or were both of them combined in this single one?
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that makes sence, thanks :)
My father worked as a watchman at Port Reading in 1954 -55. He then went to take a job as a patrolman with the Metroplitan Police department in Washington D.C. He died in 2012 at the age of 79. My Grandfather worked on the tugs that pushed the coal barges. He took my brother and I on the tug for a ride in the late 60's. My Great Grand father and his brothers mined coal in the Scranton PA area in the late 19th, early 20th century. I now reside in Winchester, Virginia.
I grew up in a house visible in your photo from the roof of Transfiguration and went to school there for 9 years, attending Mass every weekday morning and Sundays. It was gorgeous. Thank you for photographing it again and bringing back my memories! I can fill in all the rubble with the angel murals and lights and people myself. Tragic that our society lets gems rot like this. It should have been bought by the city and kept for concerts or a community center or something.
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Yea, those security guards are getting pretty hip to the old school tricks
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Motts what is that on the floor.
Sad, lonely companions......
Looks like a giant spider!
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when i was three years old i went to the ladd school and was put in an observation room (it was 1985) they asked me what i saw and i said, "a black lady." (i could see ghosts and i can still hear them.) As soon as the words were out of my mouth all the doctors at the table observing me stood up and a nurse ran into the room and scratched my arms until they were bloody. They told my older brother that i did it to myself and kept me there and gave me electroshock for 23 days straight. When my brother found me, i was strapped on a gurney in four point restraints with them giving me injection in my thighs, now mind you i was three years old. They definietly tortured people worse than me though but they were also obviously scared of a little three year old telling somebody about someone they had killed.
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It is removable and is used for shaving. Muahhhahahahah