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  1. 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
    newsbeep.com/uk/577594/

  2. 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.

    kandiblaze.wordpress.com/2026/

  3. 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…

    kandiblaze.wordpress.com/2026/

  4. 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.

    kandiblaze.wordpress.com/2026/

  5. 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.

    kandiblaze.wordpress.com/2026/

  6. 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.

    kandiblaze.wordpress.com/2026/

  7. 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.

    kandiblaze.wordpress.com/2026/

  8. 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.

    kandiblaze.wordpress.com/2026/

  9. 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.

    pixels.com/featured/skates-and

    #SkatesAndBikes #BillGallagherPhotography #Nostalgia #BuyIntoArt #AYearForArt #Forgotten

  10. 🔐 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!

    #Belgium #Forgotten #Decay #Abandoned #Photography

  11. 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.

    Thank you for reading. Please share the blog with your friends. I appreciate your support. You can find me on FacebookInstagram, and TikTok. For more amazing, abandoned places, check out my photography books.

    #abandoned #abandonedAlabama #abandonedBirmingham #abandonedIndustrial #abandonedPlaces #abandonedPlacesInBirmingham #abandonedSoutheast #Alabama #alabamaHistory #architecture #art #birminghamAlabamaHistory #books #Decay #exploreAlabama #food #forgotten #forgottenAlabama #foundry #industrial #metals #photography #refinery #travel #UrbanExploring #urbex #wJBullock #wJBullockInc
  12. 🏥Standish Hospital (Gloucestershire, England) This abandoned hospital had an impressive collection of peeling paint!

    Some history. Once a 16th-century country house, Standish Hospital evolved through major medical eras. It treated 2,000 soldiers during WWI and later became a TB sanatorium.

    After 1947, it served the NHS as a specialist chest hospital before closing in 2004.

    It was demolished a few years ago.

    #Standish #Gloucestershire #History #Forgotten #Photography #PeelingPaint #LostPlaces

  13. Dry Cleaners

    Established in the 1970s, this family-owned dry cleaners faithfully served its community for decades before quietly closing its doors. When it shut down nearly 20 years ago, it was left almost entirely untouched. Inside, racks of clothing still hang in place, while presses, conveyors, and cleaning equipment remain exactly where they were last used—creating the uncanny sense that work simply stopped mid-day and never resumed. Today, the building stands as a remarkably preserved time capsule, offering a rare and intimate glimpse into the daily life of a neighborhood business, frozen at the moment it was abandoned.

    Thank you for reading. Please share the blog with your friends. I appreciate your support. You can find me on FacebookInstagram, and TikTok. For more amazing, abandoned places, check out my photography books.

    #abandoned #abandonedDryCleaners #abandonedPlaces #abandonedPlacesSoutheast #abandonedSouth #abandonedSoutheast #abandonedTimeCapsule #Alabama #architecture #Decay #dryCleaners #dryCleanersAbandoned #florida #forgotten #Georgia #photography #SouthCarolina #Tennessee #timeCapsule #travel #urbanExploration #UrbanExploring #urbex
  14. 🇮🇹🌿An abandoned glasshouse, or conservatory, somewhere in Italy

    At one end, a large fan-shaped window connects to a secondary conservatory. Today, the glass has given way to the elements, allowing vines and branches to creep across the floor and slowly reclaim this ornate indoor garden.

    More photos - obsidianurbexphotography.com/l

    #Italy #Photography #Abandoned #Garden #Greenhouse #LostPlaces #Forgotten

  15. How a Pulitzer winner resurrected a forgotten U.S.-Mexico border rebellion

    misryoum.com/us/lifestyle/how-

    How I Wrote the Book Autobiography of Cotton By Cristina Rivera Garza Graywolf Press, 288 pp., $17If you buy books linked on our site, The Times may earn a commission from Bookshop.org, whose fees support independent bookstores. At a...

    #How #Pulitzer #winner #resurrected #forgotten #USMexico #border #rebellion #US_News_Hub #misryoum_com

  16. Hotel Sakartvelo, an abandoned Soviet-era hotel ruin in Georgia.

    Mostly a bare concrete skeleton, a striking "oasis" remains at its centre. The three-storey atrium, with a decorative pool featuring elaborate mosaics of vibrant fish, starfish, and seaweed. A secondary mosaic panel, on the wall nearby, depicts a stylised sun rising over a spray of water

    Today, the space exists as a man-made ruin that is slowly being reclaimed by nature.

    #Photography #Abandoned #Ruins #Georgia #Urbex #Forgotten

  17. A quaint abandoned house, somewhere in France. For some reason the inhabitants left 15 years ago, leaving their once treasured family home as just another homestead rotting in the French countryside.

    #France #AbandonedHouse #Forgotten #Urbex #UrbanExploration #Abandoned #LostPlaces

  18. ☠️ The Church of The Baron, Romania

    Within years of its completion, both the Baron and his wife were interred here.

    Today, only the altar and a few pews remain inside the stripped interior. The impressive domed ceiling is gradually collapsing, and a rickety spiral staircase provides the only access to the twin bell towers.

    Random aside: I lost my glasses at this location. I loved those glasses!

    #Romania #Photography #History #Mausoleum #Crypt #Funerary #Forgotten #Architecture #LostPlaces

  19. 🌛 Twilight Years. An abandoned care home, where nature has taken up residence after all the humans moved on. Somewhere in England.

    #England #Story #Photography #Abandoned #Lost #Forgotten

  20. 🚸 Schools out, forever! A collection of abandoned classrooms from around the world - Part 1

    When schools close down, these spaces are often left seemingly frozen in time. When the last person leaves, they lock the door and these places fall silent, waiting in limbo for years or decades in some cases.

    These images represent various classrooms found during my travels; Japan, USA, Poland & Belgium.

    #UrbanExploration #Abandoned #Photography #School #Forgotten #LostPlaces #Silent #Timecapsule

  21. 🏥 An abandoned hospital, which opened around 1900. Somewhere in Scotland.

    It closed roughly 40 years ago. Several blocks have since been converted into flats, though much of the site remains derelict.

    More recently, there have been several large fires, so I imagine it has changed a lot since I took my photos!

    #scotland #urbex #abandoned #photography #hospital #history #closed #forgotten

  22. 🏩 An abandoned Love Hotel, somewhere in Japan. This hotel has several fantasy-themed rooms, but this one was my favourite. It had a mediaeval theme with a knight's armour suit and a carriage-shaped bed.

    #Japan #LoveHotel #Theme #Abandoned #Hotel #Haikyo #Ruins #Forgotten #Decay

  23. Why was this chair left behind, when all the other furniture was taken? Now it sits alone, forgotten. Inside an abandoned mansion, somewhere in Italy

    #Photography #Forgotten #Chair #Story #Italy #Abandoned #Mansion #Decay

  24. A quotation from La Rochefoucauld

    There are people who resemble popular songs: they are sung for a time and then forgotten.
     
    [Il y a des gens qui ressemblent aux vaudevilles, qu’on ne chante qu’un certain temps.]

    François VI, duc de La Rochefoucauld (1613-1680) French epigrammatist, memoirist, noble
    Réflexions ou sentences et maximes morales [Reflections; or Sentences and Moral Maxims], ¶211 (1665-1678) [tr. FitzGibbon (1957)]

    More info about (and translations of) this quote: wist.info/la-rochefoucauld-fra…

    #quote #quotes #quotation #qotd #larochefoucauld #brevity #briefness #celebrity #fad #fickleness #forgotten #outoffashion #people #popularity #tophit #types

  25. A quotation from Marcus Aurelius

    Soon you will have forgotten the world, and soon the world will have forgotten you.
     
    [Ἐγγὺς μὲν ἡ σὴ περὶ πάντων λήθη, ἐγγὺς δὲ ἡ πάντων περὶ σοῦ λήθη.]

    Marcus Aurelius (AD 121-180) Roman emperor (161-180), Stoic philosopher
    Meditations [To Himself; Τὰ εἰς ἑαυτόν], Book 7, ch. 21 (7.21) (AD 161-180) [tr. Staniforth (1964)]

    More info about (and translations of) this quote: wist.info/marcus-aureleus/7926…

    #quote #quotes #quotation #qotd #marcusaurelius #marcusaureliusmeditations #remembrance #afterlife #brevity #death #fame #forget #forgotten #history #passageoftime #past #renown #reputation #time #transience #unimportance #marchoftime #timemarcheson

  26. Ah, the #BBC, once again flexing its intellectual prowess by enlightening us about a #forgotten #fruit with a name so shocking it could make a #medieval bard blush. 🎭 If only they spent as much time on actual #news as they do on #irrelevant produce #trivia, maybe we'd all be a little less fruitless in the #knowledge department. 🍎🙄
    bbc.com/future/article/2021032 #Bards #HackerNews #ngated

  27. Ah, the #BBC, once again flexing its intellectual prowess by enlightening us about a #forgotten #fruit with a name so shocking it could make a #medieval bard blush. 🎭 If only they spent as much time on actual #news as they do on #irrelevant produce #trivia, maybe we'd all be a little less fruitless in the #knowledge department. 🍎🙄
    bbc.com/future/article/2021032 #Bards #HackerNews #ngated

  28. Ah, the #BBC, once again flexing its intellectual prowess by enlightening us about a #forgotten #fruit with a name so shocking it could make a #medieval bard blush. 🎭 If only they spent as much time on actual #news as they do on #irrelevant produce #trivia, maybe we'd all be a little less fruitless in the #knowledge department. 🍎🙄
    bbc.com/future/article/2021032 #Bards #HackerNews #ngated

  29. Ah, the #BBC, once again flexing its intellectual prowess by enlightening us about a #forgotten #fruit with a name so shocking it could make a #medieval bard blush. 🎭 If only they spent as much time on actual #news as they do on #irrelevant produce #trivia, maybe we'd all be a little less fruitless in the #knowledge department. 🍎🙄
    bbc.com/future/article/2021032 #Bards #HackerNews #ngated

  30. Minashi-by-the-Sea (Kurotsuki Kaibyō 黒月怪猫 )

    #Wss366 #MastoPrompt #MicroPrompt

    It is said that cats and their kin walk in #forgotten places. One such was Kurotsuki Kaibyō, the dream-stealer. But what can we say of her: dusk gray, midnight black, amber dawn, tawny day; silent as the wind; Buddha still; a voice of mirth or stiletto-steeled death? Who can tell, for none still inhabit Far Karabash, High Mirrus, or Xanadu? They are but whispered tales and empty, dusty streets.

    Some proclaim she came from Atlantis, but the fish do not tell, and others say she hails from ----, whose name is #forgotten, along with its plazas and palaces.

    The #harbor #drew Kurotsuki-chan with smells of tar; fresh seabream; mussels and shrimp stewed in a thick, sweet sauce, while the singsong of the polyglot people who thronged its byways soothed her ears, and the old sailors, easy prey for such as she, willingly sold their tales and dreams for a drink."

    She stopped at a #harbor inn, run by a sly, iron-gray catkin with a name all hisses and nyas. Some said it meant “She who Provides Fresh Fish and Warm Beds.” Others said it was the same as her establishment, “Cat Haven.” Those who stayed there said various things and generally muddled the answer with amusing nonsense.

    As Kurotsuki-chan entered, a whisper went round, and those who were wise hastened to secure a berth in some merchantman, outward bound for lands of heather mist, or, if desperation and despair drove them, for the fjord-bound ports of the cold north.

    #MicroFiction #TootFic #Serial #NMPrompts #NMV366 #NMMP #LordDunsany #Pastiche #Cats #Otherkin #Catgirl #Neko

  31. I forgot to bring my lunch to work again 😞 😕 😑

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