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Imagine a repository of human knowledge so vast, so profound, that its destruction set humanity back centuries.
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https://www.europesays.com/africa/247386/ Mission Aviation Fellowship Canada and World-Renowned Surgeon Bridge the ‘Last Mile’ for Angola’s Forgotten Women #and #angola #Angola’s #aviation #bridge #Canada #fellowship #for #Forgotten #last #mile #mission #Surgeon #the #women #WorldRenowned
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For centuries, a single book has defied every attempt at translation, its pages filled with bizarre illustrations and an unknown script.
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One of my favourite abandoned English churches. Beautiful red sandstone walls contrast with green algae, a bitter-sweet scene of beauty and decay. What do you feel when you see abandoned churches?
https://www.obsidianurbexphotography.com/religious/evangelist-church-england/
#Photography #Church #History #Abandoned #LostPlaces #Heritage #Forgotten #Decay
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One of my favourite abandoned English churches. Beautiful red sandstone walls contrast with green algae, a bitter-sweet scene of beauty and decay. What do you feel when you see abandoned churches?
https://www.obsidianurbexphotography.com/religious/evangelist-church-england/
#Photography #Church #History #Abandoned #LostPlaces #Heritage #Forgotten #Decay
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One of my favourite abandoned English churches. Beautiful red sandstone walls contrast with green algae, a bitter-sweet scene of beauty and decay. What do you feel when you see abandoned churches?
https://www.obsidianurbexphotography.com/religious/evangelist-church-england/
#Photography #Church #History #Abandoned #LostPlaces #Heritage #Forgotten #Decay
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One of my favourite abandoned English churches. Beautiful red sandstone walls contrast with green algae, a bitter-sweet scene of beauty and decay. What do you feel when you see abandoned churches?
https://www.obsidianurbexphotography.com/religious/evangelist-church-england/
#Photography #Church #History #Abandoned #LostPlaces #Heritage #Forgotten #Decay
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One of my favourite abandoned English churches. Beautiful red sandstone walls contrast with green algae, a bitter-sweet scene of beauty and decay. What do you feel when you see abandoned churches?
https://www.obsidianurbexphotography.com/religious/evangelist-church-england/
#Photography #Church #History #Abandoned #LostPlaces #Heritage #Forgotten #Decay
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深淵のアイリス Безодня Іриса
見上げてごらん
певне й ясне сяйвоhttps://www.pixiv.net/novel/show.php?id=28022711
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#ＡＩ生成 #hand #clock #remain #frozen #place #forgotten #light #even #take #shape #desert #bottom #darkness #absolute #zero #even #breath #turn #white #solitude #flow #horizon #finger #into #soil #chaos #prayer #will #one
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深淵のアイリス Безодня Іриса
見上げてごらん
певне й ясне сяйвоhttps://note.com/poison_raika/n/n7e9647f6b347
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#ＡＩ生成 #hand #clock #remain #frozen #place #forgotten #light #even #take #shape #desert #bottom #darkness #absolute #zero #even #breath #turn #white #solitude #flow #horizon #finger #into #soil #chaos #prayer #will #one
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There is something evocative about rows of empty seats inside old abandoned theatres. Inside dusty vacant spaces, the lonely chairs wait facing the stage where the curtain fell decades ago. Almost like they are waiting for the next audience to visit. Endlessly patient.
#Abandoned #LostPlaces #Photography #Forgotten #Chairs #UrbanExploration #Photo
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There is something evocative about rows of empty seats inside old abandoned theatres. Inside dusty vacant spaces, the lonely chairs wait facing the stage where the curtain fell decades ago. Almost like they are waiting for the next audience to visit. Endlessly patient.
#Abandoned #LostPlaces #Photography #Forgotten #Chairs #UrbanExploration #Photo
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There is something evocative about rows of empty seats inside old abandoned theatres. Inside dusty vacant spaces, the lonely chairs wait facing the stage where the curtain fell decades ago. Almost like they are waiting for the next audience to visit. Endlessly patient.
#Abandoned #LostPlaces #Photography #Forgotten #Chairs #UrbanExploration #Photo
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There is something evocative about rows of empty seats inside old abandoned theatres. Inside dusty vacant spaces, the lonely chairs wait facing the stage where the curtain fell decades ago. Almost like they are waiting for the next audience to visit. Endlessly patient.
#Abandoned #LostPlaces #Photography #Forgotten #Chairs #UrbanExploration #Photo
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There is something evocative about rows of empty seats inside old abandoned theatres. Inside dusty vacant spaces, the lonely chairs wait facing the stage where the curtain fell decades ago. Almost like they are waiting for the next audience to visit. Endlessly patient.
#Abandoned #LostPlaces #Photography #Forgotten #Chairs #UrbanExploration #Photo
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Forgotten war film about D-Day that’s ‘more realistic than Saving Private Ryan’ | Films | Entertainment
The 1975 classic is hailed as ‘more realistic’ than Saving Private Rya…
#NewsBeep #News #Entertainment #archivalfootage #D-Day #D-Daydepiction #D-Daylandings #filmreview #forgotten #GB #morerealistic #overlord #Overlordfilm #SavingPrivateRyan #soldier'sjourney #soldier'sperspective #StuartCooper #UK #UnitedKingdom #warfilm #Warmovies #worldwar2 #WWIIrealism
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I #forgotten they haven’t #tried #ufo #deception yet #lol
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Orthodox church... a war memorial https://buff.ly/3tiP1e9 i#ir850nm #infrarød #abandoned #prishtina #infrared #church #overgrown #ortodox #forgotten #unfinished #ir2026 #pristina #ir #serbian #kosovo #lifepixel #warremains #remains #converteddigital #digitalir #digitalinfrared
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Orthodox church... a war memorial https://buff.ly/3tiP1e9 i#ir850nm #infrarød #abandoned #prishtina #infrared #church #overgrown #ortodox #forgotten #unfinished #ir2026 #pristina #ir #serbian #kosovo #lifepixel #warremains #remains #converteddigital #digitalir #digitalinfrared
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Orthodox church... a war memorial https://buff.ly/3tiP1e9 i#ir850nm #infrarød #abandoned #prishtina #infrared #church #overgrown #ortodox #forgotten #unfinished #ir2026 #pristina #ir #serbian #kosovo #lifepixel #warremains #remains #converteddigital #digitalir #digitalinfrared
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深淵のアイリス Безодня Іриса
見上げてごらん
певне й ясне сяйвоhttps://www.pixiv.net/novel/show.php?id=28022711
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#ＡＩ生成 #hand #clock #remain #frozen #place #forgotten #light #even #take #shape #desert #bottom #darkness #absolute #zero #even #breath #turn #white #solitude #flow #horizon #finger #into #soil #chaos #prayer #will #one
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深淵のアイリス Безодня Іриса
見上げてごらん
певне й ясне сяйвоhttps://note.com/poison_raika/n/n7e9647f6b347
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#ＡＩ生成 #hand #clock #remain #frozen #place #forgotten #light #even #take #shape #desert #bottom #darkness #absolute #zero #even #breath #turn #white #solitude #flow #horizon #finger #into #soil #chaos #prayer #will #one
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Somewhere Between Midnight and Three, They Call to Me
Somewhere between midnight and three, while the rest of the world sleeps peacefully beside the living, I sit awake with the forgotten— letting the dead speak through me one poem at a time. Click the 🔗 to read on.https://kandiblaze.wordpress.com/2026/05/07/somewhere-between-midnight-and-three-they-call-to-me/
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Where She Let Go
I imagine you as you were— towering, sovereign, unafraid— your branches speaking in wind-tongue, your leaves whispering secrets to the sky. Click the 🔗 to read on…https://kandiblaze.wordpress.com/2026/05/03/where-she-let-go/
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Where She Let Go
I imagine you as you were— towering, sovereign, unafraid— your branches speaking in wind-tongue, your leaves whispering secrets to the sky. Click the 🔗 to read on…https://kandiblaze.wordpress.com/2026/05/03/where-she-let-go/
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Where She Let Go
I imagine you as you were— towering, sovereign, unafraid— your branches speaking in wind-tongue, your leaves whispering secrets to the sky. Click the 🔗 to read on…https://kandiblaze.wordpress.com/2026/05/03/where-she-let-go/
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Where She Let Go
I imagine you as you were— towering, sovereign, unafraid— your branches speaking in wind-tongue, your leaves whispering secrets to the sky. Click the 🔗 to read on…https://kandiblaze.wordpress.com/2026/05/03/where-she-let-go/
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Where She Let Go
I imagine you as you were— towering, sovereign, unafraid— your branches speaking in wind-tongue, your leaves whispering secrets to the sky. Click the 🔗 to read on…https://kandiblaze.wordpress.com/2026/05/03/where-she-let-go/
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The Watchers: A Rite Becoming
The trees bent inward, their limbs draped in long, trailing veils, like mourners who had forgotten how to leave. Stone markers rose from the earth in uneven rows, some proud, some sinking, all whispering in a language older than memory.https://kandiblaze.wordpress.com/2026/04/30/the-watchers-a-rite-becoming/
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The Watchers: A Rite Becoming
The trees bent inward, their limbs draped in long, trailing veils, like mourners who had forgotten how to leave. Stone markers rose from the earth in uneven rows, some proud, some sinking, all whispering in a language older than memory.https://kandiblaze.wordpress.com/2026/04/30/the-watchers-a-rite-becoming/
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The Watchers: A Rite Becoming
The trees bent inward, their limbs draped in long, trailing veils, like mourners who had forgotten how to leave. Stone markers rose from the earth in uneven rows, some proud, some sinking, all whispering in a language older than memory.https://kandiblaze.wordpress.com/2026/04/30/the-watchers-a-rite-becoming/
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The Watchers: A Rite Becoming
The trees bent inward, their limbs draped in long, trailing veils, like mourners who had forgotten how to leave. Stone markers rose from the earth in uneven rows, some proud, some sinking, all whispering in a language older than memory.https://kandiblaze.wordpress.com/2026/04/30/the-watchers-a-rite-becoming/
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The Watchers: A Rite Becoming
The trees bent inward, their limbs draped in long, trailing veils, like mourners who had forgotten how to leave. Stone markers rose from the earth in uneven rows, some proud, some sinking, all whispering in a language older than memory.https://kandiblaze.wordpress.com/2026/04/30/the-watchers-a-rite-becoming/
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Skates And Bikes
These old roller skates caught my eye almost immediately. For those in my age bracket you will probably remember having some skates like these. For those not old enough, these skates were one size fit all as the two end slid together or apart depending on how you needed to adjust them. the final setting was adjusted with a key that locked the two halves in place.
https://pixels.com/featured/skates-and-bikes-bill-gallagher.html
#SkatesAndBikes #BillGallagherPhotography #Nostalgia #BuyIntoArt #AYearForArt #Forgotten
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🔐 An old and very creepy abandoned prison, somewhere in Belgium. Definitely wouldn't want to be locked up here; there wasn't even a toilet in the cells!
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勇気と強さ Мужність і сила
古より受け継がれし
успадковані з давніх часівhttps://note.com/poison_raika/n/n8b1e11b38b57
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#traditional #name #times #Courage #strength #freedom #glory #people #Peace #homeland #forgotten
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"Letters I've written, never meaning to send..."
https://www.ifonlyisentthis.com
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"Letters I've written, never meaning to send..."
https://www.ifonlyisentthis.com
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W. J. Bullock, Inc.
Founded in the 1930s by William John Bullock, W. J. Bullock, Inc. began operations in the Wylam neighborhood of Birmingham, Alabama, as a secondary smelter specializing in the processing and refining of nonferrous metals, primarily zinc, copper, and aluminum. The foundry produced brass ingots, slab zinc, deoxidized aluminum, Babbitt-pattern aluminum, and zinc ash. At the time of its establishment, W. J. Bullock, Inc. was the only refinery of its kind in the country. These metals were essential raw materials for a wide range of products, and Bullock’s plant became an integral part of the region’s network of metal producers, helping to establish Birmingham as a major industrial hub.
Additions to the plant in the 1940s included an office, bathhouse, and chemical laboratory. These expansions were planned and designed by the local architectural firm Shaw and Renneker, which also constructed a bathhouse for the T.C.I. plant in Winona during the same period.
In 1950, Bullock undertook a $250,000 expansion that added 60,000 square feet of new plant facilities, an increase of nearly 50 percent in floor space and a comparable boost in production capacity. Several years later, William J. Bullock retired and moved to Fort Lauderdale, where he remained chairman of the board of W. J. Bullock, Inc. until his death in 1973.
In his retirement years, William J. Bullock was an avid fisherman. In 1963, while fishing near the southern tip of Florida in Everglades National Park, he and three other anglers caught several three- to five-pound jacks to use as live bait. Their captain then ran 16 miles out into the Gulf to a favored spot, rigged a heavy rod with 125-pound test line, and dropped a live jack into 60 feet of water.
Bullock later recalled that the bait had scarcely reached the bottom before a powerful strike hit. For the next 15 minutes, he battled the fish before handing off the rod, and the struggle went on to exhaust all four anglers in turn. When the captain finally brought the fish close enough to gaff, it thrashed violently, forcing him to choose between losing the gaff or being pulled overboard; he released it, and the gaff sank. Another 15 minutes passed before the fish was fully subdued. The captain then maneuvered the head alongside the boat, slit the lower jaw, and threaded a line through it. With the catch secured, the group towed the massive fish 16 miles back to port.
W. J. Bullock and his 416 lb. sea bass (Birmingham Post Herald)W. J. Bullock, Inc. remained a family-owned operation throughout its history. Following his father’s retirement, W. J.’s son, William E. Bullock, Sr., assumed the presidency of the company. A graduate of Auburn University and a World War II veteran, he led the firm while also serving on the boards of several business organizations in the Birmingham area.
The company was notable for the longevity of its workforce, with many employees spending their entire careers at the plant, a rarity today. Among them was J. H. Borland, who joined the company in 1943, held a variety of positions over the years, and ultimately retired as president in 1983.
The W. J. Bullock foundry in 1950.For more than 75 years, the W. J. Bullock foundry operated quietly alongside Birmingham’s larger industrial neighbors, producing metal ingots that supplied manufacturers throughout the Southeast. Yet, like many industrial facilities of its era, the plant also contributed to the environmental legacy of Birmingham’s heavily industrialized neighborhoods.
Working at the foundry was dangerous because it involved constant exposure to extreme heat, heavy machinery, and hazardous materials. Workers regularly handled molten metal that could cause severe burns or even erupt violently if it came into contact with moisture, and they also lifted heavy molds and castings that often led to crushing injuries and physical strain. These risks were tragically illustrated on the evening of November 30, 1964, when Pinkerton security guard Jack Combs was making his rounds and heard an explosion from the zinc department. Rushing to investigate, he discovered that a cupola had exploded, covering Bullock employee Clarence Cunning in molten metal and setting his clothing on fire. Despite the danger, Combs acted immediately, tackling Cunning, tearing off his burning clothes with his bare hands, and giving first aid before calling an ambulance. Cunning was taken to West End Baptist Hospital with severe third-degree burns, but he survived, and his recovery was largely credited to Combs’ quick and selfless response.
A ceremony was held for Jack Combs in March 1967 in the Gold Room of the Thomas Jefferson Hotel, where he was awarded a $500 savings bond and the Pinkerton “Award of Valor” from company president Robert Pinkerton. At the time, it was considered the highest non-military award in the United States.
By 1975, federal environmental oversight had tightened under the U.S. Clean Air Act, and the Environmental Protection Agency identified W. J. Bullock, Inc. as one of several Birmingham-area facilities facing emissions challenges related to particulate matter and nonferrous smelting. These emissions were part of a broader pattern of industrial air pollution affecting North Birmingham and Wylam—communities that endured decades of soot, dust, and heavy metal residues in the air and soil. Environmental planners later noted that facilities like Bullock’s were often located near monitoring sites that recorded elevated levels of fine particulate matter and trace metals, underscoring the cumulative impact of even smaller smelting operations on local air quality.
In later decades, William E. “Bill” Bullock, Jr. assumed the presidency, continuing the family tradition of leadership. A graduate of Auburn University, he joined the firm in the early 1970s and went on to guide it through decades of change and challenge before his passing in 2022. His obituary reflects not only his role within the company but also his deep ties to the Birmingham community, underscoring how closely the Bullock name was woven into local life. Following his death, ownership of W. J. Bullock, Inc. passed to his cousin, Buck Barnhart.
By the end of 2010, change had come to many of Birmingham’s older industrial facilities. W. J. Bullock’s smelting operations ceased in October 2009, when the company stopped melting metal and briefly shifted to a sales office while decommissioning discussions were underway. With the furnaces cold and machinery silent, the foundry gradually transitioned from an active industrial site to an abandoned relic.
In the decades since its closure, the W. J. Bullock property has remained on the market without a buyer. Scrappers have since removed portions of its machinery and equipment. Today, the site stands as a quiet monument to Birmingham’s industrial past. Its towering structures, broken windows, and overgrown grounds reflect a city transformed, where once-vital factories now sit dormant between memory and change. Unlike preserved historic sites such as Sloss Furnaces, which was restored as a museum of industry, the Bullock foundry remains largely absent from the historical record, its presence preserved primarily through photographs and the recollections of those who worked there.
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