Posted on 01/01/2018 9:50:07 AM PST by mairdie
As time races by, most of us barely notice the change that wear and tear inflicts on the objects around us.
But everything from much loved teddy bears to the seats we sit on is marked by time every single minute of the day, as these fascinating images from around the world, collected by Bored Panda, reveal.
In them, train station seats have the ghostly imprints of the many people who have sat there immortalised on the wall behind, while a bicycle is now an inextricable part of a tree trunk after the boy who left it chained there never came back for it.
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The same is true of the magnificent machine that is the human body.
Ah but duct tape obscures the poster art/info
My guess is that it’s at Willow St. at Dublin St. - just off of South Carrollton. (I can see the street car tracks in the picture). There are some bars there that have live music. I lived in the area 30 years ago!
In South Florida, we have a tree we call the Brazilian Pepper tree. It is a total menace. I have to cut them back every year, they are extremely hard to kill. It can grow several feet in one year.
But ya can still fix a fender with it!
(both car and guitar!)
Picture of “sandbags” turned into rock? Is it possible that those were bags of cement or concrete? Thats a common method of construction for many water projects anyway.
I'm no expert but I will try to describe a situation on our property.
We have "second growth" redwoods; that is, the trees that surrounded a very large tree that was logged perhaps a hundred years ago or more. The trees are in a circle and the side of the tree facing the inside of the circle has no bark on it. I don't know why.
At some point in time, the wood making up the part of the tree with no bark fractured in such a way that spear-shaped parts of the tree separated from the tree at the top of the spears, creating a gap between the "spears" and the rest of the tree at the top of the spears.
The gap at the top is perhaps ten or fifteen inches and the spears are maybe five or six feet long. Since the time that the spears split from the tree, the bark of the tree has grown to cover the exposed wood UNDER the spears, filling the gap. It's obvious that this growth mechanism continues to this day and the bark actually seems to be pushing the top of the spears further away from the point where they originally split off.
Seeing this would easily convince one of the validity of the pictures shown in the article.
It’s funny - I saw the headline and the first thing I thought was “I ought to ping Mairdie”
As far as the things embedded in trees I can speak from personal experience. I have the remains of a horizontal piece of fence running right through one tree, another tree limb that grew completely around a large telephone cable and an iron hose hanger that was completely enveloped by the trunk of another tree.
In the case of both the phone cable and the hose hanger I would estimate it probably only took ten to fifteen years.
When the phone company finally got around to rescuing the cable they cut the limb on either side of the cable and left the cable with the piece of the limb still attached.
My husband hung an old horse shoe over a branch in a mulberry tree and the tree grew over it until you could only see a small piece of the horse shoe, now you can’t tell where the horseshoe is anymore. It swallowed the horseshoe in 15 years so I know it is possible. I have seen trees grow over other things. The horse shoe I watched it happen since it is where I walk by it every day. We left it there as sort of a memorial to a special horse one of my daughters had, but now it is buried in the branch. I don’t know that this tree grew so fast, doesn’t seem so. We are in the high desert and that tree gets watered only by rainfall so...
The picture of the path worn round the pole reminds me of a story. I don’t know if this is standard practice but the architects who built something like a college campus that required a large number of people to walk between buildings did not install any sidewalks, they planted wall to wall grass. Then they waited and came back the next year and put the sidewalks in where the grass was now a dirt path. Quite ingenious!
According to this the story of the boy going off to war is not true, but the bike in the tree is real. The picture posted here was taken years ago and recent pictures show much of the bike is now gone, people have been taking pieces.
I note this is in Washington so lots of precipitation probably makes for fast tree growth.
Terminal First Day apologies. Will do better. Mary
Brilliant find!
Who could have known architects were that common-sensical! Best idea I’ve heard in ages.
Ya learn something new every day.
Many geocaching sites are easy to find by following the paths. Paths can be made within days.
I didn’t find myself in those old worn down pictures.
I’ve seen first hand barbed wire strung to trees instead of posts that have over time become embedded deep within the tree trunk. I searched and found an old forgotten family cemetery in rural north Alabama where the last burial was in the 1950’s. The graves were overgrown with trees 10+” in diameter coming up through the graves. Most of the 60 or so graves in this heavily wooded cemetery have been lost to time, covered completely with growth.
Wheat paste.
How incredibly sad. At the least, someone should put up a plaque that lists the names of the people lost in that forest and their dates.
I have 7th great grandparents who were buried in a Dutch Reformed Churchyard. The church wanted to expand, so they just built on top of the graves and moved the markers into the new surrounding grass area.
The cemetery for a set of 4th great grandparents was destroyed for a new highway and the graves “moved” to a new cemetery called the “Old Cemetery.” I mentioned to the manager that the area seemed too small for all the graves and he explained that the way they dug them up was to dig down and look for where the dirt changed color. Then they shoveled all the differently colored dirt into caskets and re-buried that.
I wonder if that’s why, to this day, I can still recall the delicious taste of a red, white and blue painted wooden pony.
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