Plumbata
Well-Known Member
Here are the photos covering a very excellent dig my father and I had at the TOC dump on Mother's Day. It's almost blasphemous for a digger to say, but I was getting pretty sick of all the stoneware, lol. Fun to dig, but the big beasts it need to be hauled back too.
Father passing through the gates to an alternate universe...
...A mysterious cosmos comprised of nothing but old garbage!
2 jugs hanging out together:
The haul, including a sparkly BIM slugplate SS coke:
Wasn't expecting to dig a Texas hutch here!
And... Totally unrelated pictures from when some friends and I decided to clean-up a beautiful natural area with the most striking small canyon I've seen anywhere in the area, which also is home to a lovely micro-biome full of rare plants and other interesting things. One does not think of this when one thinks of Central Illinois (typically a sea of flat cornfields). Anyway, some #@%!ing stupid inbred bumpkins decided to spray-paint the rock walls with the uninspired filth that they pass off as an expression of their devotion to the Insane Clown Posse, and we got pissed and decided to scrub off what we could and cleanse the area of the putrid corruption that is anything which even remotely relates to the ICP. The heathens also left tons of trash, including 9 spray paint cans. Disgusting. The spot had been a meeting place for secret coal miners unions back in the day, and though largely forgotten now the place was a "park" of sorts in former times, with carvings on the rock going back to the 1870s. Sweet carvings are fine and enhance the aesthetics of the place in my opinion, but the painting has gotta stop.
Childhood friend Bill in frame:
What Bill sees when he looks down over the ledge:
A cool grotto formed over the centuries by the flow of water from a little ravine way up (and sullied by the ignorant vandals):
I feel protective of the spot, as I found it years ago, before any of that spraypaint crap showed up. Seeing how carelessly people can treat something so beautiful, especially in a region where such formations are so scarce, makes my blood boil.
Father passing through the gates to an alternate universe...
...A mysterious cosmos comprised of nothing but old garbage!
2 jugs hanging out together:
The haul, including a sparkly BIM slugplate SS coke:
Wasn't expecting to dig a Texas hutch here!
And... Totally unrelated pictures from when some friends and I decided to clean-up a beautiful natural area with the most striking small canyon I've seen anywhere in the area, which also is home to a lovely micro-biome full of rare plants and other interesting things. One does not think of this when one thinks of Central Illinois (typically a sea of flat cornfields). Anyway, some #@%!ing stupid inbred bumpkins decided to spray-paint the rock walls with the uninspired filth that they pass off as an expression of their devotion to the Insane Clown Posse, and we got pissed and decided to scrub off what we could and cleanse the area of the putrid corruption that is anything which even remotely relates to the ICP. The heathens also left tons of trash, including 9 spray paint cans. Disgusting. The spot had been a meeting place for secret coal miners unions back in the day, and though largely forgotten now the place was a "park" of sorts in former times, with carvings on the rock going back to the 1870s. Sweet carvings are fine and enhance the aesthetics of the place in my opinion, but the painting has gotta stop.
Childhood friend Bill in frame:
What Bill sees when he looks down over the ledge:
A cool grotto formed over the centuries by the flow of water from a little ravine way up (and sullied by the ignorant vandals):
I feel protective of the spot, as I found it years ago, before any of that spraypaint crap showed up. Seeing how carelessly people can treat something so beautiful, especially in a region where such formations are so scarce, makes my blood boil.