Thar's your key phrase, right thar. "Birds of prey"...

Vultures (for the most part) do not "prey", they scavenge.

Or, so I've read. YMMV

I think you're right, that makes sense. I was pretty sure my definition was a lazy bird bunching, and surprised EB almost agreed.

But there's always one. :haha:
http://cellar.org/2014/buzzard.jpg

I had that as a blacklight poster when I was an early teen.

It was right beside the blacklight poster of the mouse flipping off the eagle, as he was about to become lunch, right above the definition of defiance.

This one:

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Snapped a few days ago...

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That's too bad. I bet it was a good house with that second floor walk out porch.

Yeah, the porch was removed some years ago, for the gingerbread, I would imagine. It was fairly ornate.

When we were kids we would party in that old house sometimes. Take the girls there for, uh, y'know...:doit:

Here is proof positive your government feels your pain, understands your desperation, and will make sure you don't die skinny.
Skinny corpses are of no value are disposal logistics problem. :angel:

Ladies and gentlemen of The Cellar, I present to you The Coolest Man on the Planet®:

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Haha....

He doesn't give a shit what anyone else thinks of him, and that's the first step in being cool.

He's like Honey Badger.

I love Scooter Guy.

I'd say that's pretty much the definition of cool.

Or aspergers. One of the two :p

scoot scoot scootio

From a storm back in the spring. That was a pretty nice truck...

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Riding the base...

Swoon, nerds. :haha:

My goodness, doesn't that chair look comfortable. :rolleyes:

Looks just like the stuff my father worked with, although I suspect his chair wasn't as comfortable.

A Motel 6 from 1975 called...

...wants it's chair back.

Choo Choo...

I can remember Momdigr reading Little Golden Books to me while we waited for clothes to wash at the laundromat.

She insists I was three.

That's because she doesn't want to embarrass you about sitting around the Laundromat naked, while your clothes washed, when you were 13. :stickpoke :haha:

hahahahahaaaaaahaahahaha!

:lol2:

Big Sarge got fired from his new job at the zoo. They found him naked, passed out drunk in the reptile exhibit again.

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One was snapped on a Jeep ride, the other was taken on a scooter ride...

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That pic of the old house is really nice... deserves a matt and frame.

I would LOVE to walk around that house. How awesome that is. Just looking at it makes me imagine how it was built

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Fawn Knudsen your parents are calling you home......:cool:

JR

Classic:

Here's a crop from the full pic.

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I really liked how each log was fitted individually, to its neighbor log. Even the foundation stone on the corner is fitted to the log.

I'm gonna see if I can find the house again (it's waaaay out in BFE), find its owner, and secure Popdigr permission to metal detect around the place. No telling what's there.

There's another house from around the same period, with very similar building technique near this place.

The person who made this house knew what they were doing. Those notches are only on the undersides of the logs, not on the top and bottom like Lincoln Logs would have you believe it was done. By notching them on the underside and sloping off the corners on the top, the joint will shed rainwater. It's a brilliant design that was probably learned by trial and error over generations.

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You could save those logs with 50/50 mix of turpentine and linseed oil. That structure looks sound with a little sagging on the second floor.

My cabin burns at both ends;
It will not last the night;
But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends—
It gives a lovely light.

May Edna St. Vincent Millay pls forgive me

:D

Thanks Grav.

'Salright.

I was helping out picking up trash in a local stream with my Boy Scout Troop today. I won the "most unusual thing found" award. An old pocket watch, with a bullet hole through it. http://images.tapatalk-cdn.com/15/04...7f7874fd68.jpghttp://images.tapatalk-cdn.com/15/04...2b2fdbe486.jpg

It looks as tho it's an Ingersoll Equinox Pocket Watch
The link below has a similar one ("in good working order") @ $45

http://martin_bradford.tripod.com/watches/pw015.jpg

But it's not nearly as interesting as one with a bullet hole that came out of a river!

This is what it once looked like and you can get information on how to date it here.

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Yeah. There's no serial number anywhere. But I bet it's from somewhere around 1930 to 1960. And was shot more recently than that.

It's like a Rorschach test. Everyone has their own story. Mine involves someone being frustrated with a broken cheap watch and setting it in the crotch of a tree for target practice.

But a few people think it was in a pocket when it was shot. We'll never know.

You can market it on eBay as a zombie pocket watch. Someone will buy it.

:lol2:

I'd forgotten Walken's part in "Pulp Fiction".

Outstanding find, Glatt!

I found a penny.

Penny.

Penny.

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I like that

Those Brits were junkies before it was cool. :haha:

That jogged a memory Bruce.

When I was a kid my grandmother used to 'swear by' Dr J Collis Browne's 'Chlorodyne'. It had a fearsome odour that could cause you to lose the power of speech at a distance of several feet.
I have a vague recollection of its withdrawal from sale as the ingredients were no longer considered safe. Judge for yourselves:

Fearsome stuff.


10 Old-Timey Medicines That Got People High
Want some morphine in your cough syrup?

The purpose of patent medicines (and most prescriptions), is not to cure but to make the patient feel better.
So following that creed, I'd say they were successful. :rollanim:

Edit: I printed the article at your link to see if my Aunt (born 1920) remembers any.

:lol2:...I bet it was a huge hit!...:lol2:

Well, Grandma certainly seemed more at ease with the world after a couple of spoonfuls.

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Popdigr came in with this the other night:

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At first, with the dark whisky coloring, I didn't know if you were supposed to pour it in ya or daub it on ya, but, after popping the top, one whiff gave me the answer.

The stuff smells so bad it'd knock a buzzard off a gut wagon.

$13 for a bottle of camphor.

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The Welch have no sense of humor, outraged at travel ads.

I suppose they can not ride all day for free.

sourpusses.

Let's see if this works or if I failed to notice a "minimum posts before allowed to add images" rule somewhere...

You should see a fella in a suit and hat. The pictures high on the wall are athletes, because one year not too long ago for Christmas I got to go see Big Bad Voodoo Daddy (who have played for like THREE in-office presidents) in a high school drama auditorium with, seriously, like 140 seats. I got third row farthest to my left--fabulous view, but no pix until after the show. Unless you REALLY hate swing/jazz, spend the money to see these guys--they were at like 18 years with the original six dudes, and they are the best.

Just about everyone everywhere hates something about where they live. For me, it's that I'm fairly scared of fire and pretty badly allergic to smoke.

This is a sunset. Behind a mountain. I shot this from the parking lot of my apartment. The big black crap in the foreground is the roof of another building, and if you look REALLY hard you might see vague hints of mountain slopes just above it.

One of our local kestrels from a while back. Don't know how much longer we'll have our delightful little falcons for neighbors, because aquifer drainage for human use is killing all the big cottonwood trees they like to nest in; 6 have been cut down near me in the last few years because they like to nail moving cars to roadways with downer branches (there went all the big trees upside our county fairgrounds!).

Hope the bird shows up this time...

Nice pic ... and it's interesting that you got the moon to move over
and stand behind the bird while you took the pic.

And for the record: I take pretty pictures and have some downright extraordinary ones, but I know zero about actual techniques or equipment.

My camera is a Canon PowerShot A720 IS with 6x physical zoom (up to 24x digital but boy howdy quality sucks at that limit). I use two settings, the shutter speed for most things and the very nice macro for small things that won't run away. I borrowed one from a neighbor I like years ago and got my own as soon as I could afford it. It was a factory refurbish and I put 120,000-ish images (yay for OCD in small doses!) through it before it freaked out. I think the shutter's sticking open, but in a county with a population of 30K or so camera shops are few and far between. We tried ordering a set of fun polarizing lenses, which showed up 1/2" bigger around than the entire lens assembly and with no means of attachment even though I used the camera details as my search string, so I don't put any fancy lenses on my little Canon. They're tough, though...I'm on my second one, the one I originally borrowed, and it's performing just like its predecessor.

I have shot the ghost town of Coolidge, a silver-mining outpost 9,000 feet or so up in the Pioneer Mountains, and I have shot sunset standing on Rockaway Beach, Oregon. When we drove to Billings to see Alice Cooper with Rob Zombie (rocked and sucked, in that order, tix said NO PHOTO so I left the camera in the truck and oh yes I was severely annoyed when the security dude with the bullhorn said still photos would be allowed but the line was already moving) I got a shot of a meadowlark on a fencepost in about 110 degrees Fahrenheit. I've shot bald eagles from my own balcony with the same camera at -15 F.

I'm religious about using my lanyard because my hands like to randomly just say "NOPE" and snap open, but that doesn't mean it's never fallen off anything (It has. A lot.) I broke a bone in my hand when the lanyard swung the camera back around on me once as I was slipping on ice, that was fun. I have a legend-worthy capacity for ridiculous injury. Didn't break the camera, just my hand.

I don't use processing software because I suck so badly at tech & software...just so badly. I use IrfanView to resize & gamma correct if needed and (seriously) Paint to crop. That's why I put my images here--I figured to be high-quality, the images would need to be much sharper and cleaner than they come off the camera, plus editing software might be difficult as my computer has a teeny brain because I keep all my images on an external that holds a terabyte. My image count, midway through a heavy archive edit to remove duplicate scenes (same bird, same buildings, only need so many poses) and focus fails and the like, is just over 143,000 as of today (more yay for manageable OCD!) but I still don't know how to use Photoshop or work with a RAW file.

On a (slightly) serious note, I have many, many photos of different types of minerals, everything from exotics at shows to rare jaspers "in the wild" and ranging in size from things that will fit on the nail of my ring-size-2-1/2-pinkie to entire mountainsides. Anyone needs pictures of stones is welcome to contact me to find out if my work will suffice. I don't take money. Photography is not a business to me--it's the creative outlet I took up when that snapping-open trick and the fact that both of my pinkies and ring fingers are largely numb for no evident reason combined to make sculpting tiny animals in polymer clays impossible after 19 years at it. I'm okay with barter and great with "pay it forward", but I do not want money.

The stone I hope shows is either slate or shale, tan with huge dendritic markings that are likely iron oxide or manganese oxide. The posted version is 25% of the full-sized image, resampled but not cropped. It's from about 40 miles west of Missoula, right upside I-90 near a town called Alberton where there are spectacular outcrops of this stuff in tan, greens, purples, and even a whole mountainside of reddish-pink.

Time for me to quit clogging up your servers and attempt to be a responsible adult about my day, which is set to include an hour of horseback physical therapy and then just enough time to shower off the horsehair before I go ask my doc why he stopped renewing my pain meds out of freaking nowhere...