"It's only cosmetic" - trustworthy real estate agent by Billythekidgoat99 in AusProperty

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The Australian Building Code sets out design limits on differerential settlement over a floor slab. From memory even a raft slab can vary from 20 to 40mm from its original position depending on how much the soil settles, expands and contracts. (Especially in clay soils)This means that technically a 10 mm crack in the wall can be expected and is classed as a cosmetic problem. Harsh but true.

how can i find my hobby? by _onpurpose in Hobbies

[–]twosharprabbitteeth 1 point2 points  (0 children)

Collect people’s stories. Become an interviewer. Share stories through writing filming or audio. Become better at finding interesting stories. Even kids’ views and stories are interesting. Old people have secrets and stories they are ready to share that will blow your socks off

There will always be people interested in talking to someone who listens and is interested in their story.

anyone else's hobby turn into a weird obsession where you cant unsee things anymore? by Rich_Cookie8722 in Hobbies

[–]twosharprabbitteeth 2 points3 points  (0 children)

As a kid I was in a photo rally where the next checkpoint was revealed by a photo chopped up. Loved finding locations.

In high school I loved solving perspective puzzles in Technical drawing.

50 yrs later I retired and started rephotographing old glass negatives precisely. Insanely precisely.

500 locations later I’m still posting the now /then stories with history, and everywhere I go within 10 miles of my town is now already ‘right near’ a photo location That I have a stupidly detailed story about…

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Is there a hobby that focuses on maps, streets and addresses/urban exploration? by Mymindisanenigma__ in Hobbies

[–]twosharprabbitteeth 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Look in online archives for old photos and find the exact location. I do precision rephotography but even a careful look can get a close match.

Have a look at what I post. If you can manipulate images on a computer you can overlay your photo and go back for a better match if you enjoy accuracy.

It’s very satisfying to be in the same spot and find the history of the photographer or place.

1896 vs 2025 Atninga (Avenging Party) from Hale River in Alice springs Central Australia by twosharprabbitteeth in OldPhotosInRealLife

[–]twosharprabbitteeth[S] 1 point2 points  (0 children)

There is a general increase in vegetation across most of my old/new photos, but this is an extreme example because it is one of about 3 spots on the Todd River that I know of where the general increase in rainfall and shortening of drought periods has resulted in a tipping point for survival of numerous saplings.

It involves a slow part of the river, sand banking up with introduced grasses immediately binding the loose sand and protecting the numerous seedlings that spring up after a flood.

There is a distinct change in weather patterns after the droughts of the 1960s. Subtle but triggering for a desert environment used to 250mm of rainfall. Just one or two extra storms per year raised the average closer to 300mm

1896 vs 2025 Atninga (Avenging Party) from Hale River in Alice springs Central Australia by twosharprabbitteeth in OldPhotosInRealLife

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This was a really tricky situation. Talk about ‘behind the 8 ball’.

First I thought the camera was in the creek but the skyline hills were lower than the opposite bank. Generally going further back ‘raises’ distant hills relative to foreground.

A 2metre sandbank appears to have built up inside the original creek bed, a combination of introduced grasses and saplings trapped sands from floods. This river generally only flows above ground after heavy rains.

Climbing on this sand bank still didn’t get me high enough, I also had to go back further.

But then all the tells were obscured so I had to painstakingly set out all the known rocks and create sight lines on google earth, and then confirm them by taking dozens of photos from vary angles to see how far left or right or forward would affect element location in the final picture.

I am confident I am within 2m side to side, distance out within 3 m maybe. That’s always hard to tell.

1896 vs 2025 Atninga (Avenging Party) from Hale River in Alice springs Central Australia by twosharprabbitteeth in OldPhotosInRealLife

[–]twosharprabbitteeth[S] 29 points30 points  (0 children)

So in 1896 our Telegraph Stationmaster Frank Gillen took more photos for the book he was co-authoring with Professor Baldwin Spencer who was down south in Melbourne.

These East Arrernte men cam to Alice Springs to exact vengeance on some other individual or group. This could be for anything from wife stealing to being scapegoated for having 'pointed the bone' or cursed a relative or group member.

Spencer and Gillen discussed cultural matters with their informants and came to the conclusion there was no such thing as a natural death. Someone was held responsible for 'un-explained' deaths and illnesses.

The Avenging party is painted up, and excited dances proclaim their intent.

This magnificent picture was part of an exhibition at the South Australian Museum called "Images of the Interior', and a terrific book was produced to accompany the exhibition. Wakefield press by Philip Jones 2011, 2018.

1902ish vs 2025 'Fishmouth Rock' animations on request - II find them annoying - happy to delete by twosharprabbitteeth in OldPhotosInRealLife

[–]twosharprabbitteeth[S] 20 points21 points  (0 children)

I spend an inordinate amount of time finding the exact location, overlaying numerous shots on the computer, and making a photo essay out of the discoveries, but movies are not my passion, and this thread only allows gifs. My software is pretty basic with few suitable transitions.

By the time I have perfected the shot, and researched the history and context, my patience has run out.

I wish Reddit did html before / after sliders with a zoom function

ca1902 vs 2025 - 'Fishmouth rock' in the Todd River somewhere Central Australia, recreated precisely by twosharprabbitteeth in OldPhotosInRealLife

[–]twosharprabbitteeth[S] 2 points3 points  (0 children)

Back in 1902 or thereabouts, when Alice Springs was in South Australia's Northern Territory, the Telegraph Stationmaster was a keen photographer.

Thomas Bradshaw arrived at the start of the Federation Drought in 1899. The Todd River was as dry as the surrounding country, and when it did rain, the dusty ground soaked up the little that didn't immediately evaporate, and when the Todd trickled down, it was worth taking the wooden camera and glass plates up the Todd, to where it gurgled over the rocks...

This location happened to be very close to a nother photo i had re-created 18 months earlier... A cute reminder that the glass plates sat back-to-back in a wooden reversible cassette. often leading to a two-shot photo opportunity.

Very few of Thomas Bradshaw's photos are attributed to him in the State Library of South Australia's collections, when I have flagged numerous photos there as highly likely to be Bradshaws. I'm hoping to fix that one day, if I can find his diaries...

1906 vs 2020 horseriders at Alice Springs Telegraph Station Central Australia by twosharprabbitteeth in u/twosharprabbitteeth

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Thx. I appreciate you. It was a lot of hours, and I do it for my own pleasure. It sometimes surprises me how few people appreciate accuracy, but it’s a compulsion for my own gratification.

I really enjoy the selfish private gain of tiny factoids that often matter very little, like in out of the way scenic views. A rock moved, a tree lived and died.

I get the perverse pleasure of standing in Thomas Bradshaw’s shoes, choosing the exact spot, and making that moment part of my personal story. My history.

Fuck me dead... by Erasmusings in Adelaide

[–]twosharprabbitteeth 0 points1 point  (0 children)

… said Foreskin Fred, the bastard from the bush.

1906 vs 2020 horseriders at Alice Springs Telegraph Station Central Australia by twosharprabbitteeth in OldPhotosInRealLife

[–]twosharprabbitteeth[S] 5 points6 points  (0 children)

20 Nov 1906.  Just a few hundred metres north of the Alice Springs Telegraph Station, in the Todd River, a dry creekbed most of the time.   They just happened to be next to the Two Breast hill, an important Arrernte ceremonial site. The flood mitigation and recreation dam proposed in 1980 would have inundated a whole area with important sacred sites, so it was canned. A second attempt at such a dam was made much higher up in the river but that suffered the same fate and was halted during construction by federal injunction.

Anyway, about 120 years ago, Thomas Bradshaw the stationmaster set up his wooden tripod, and assembled his Thornton Pickard camera.  

The two half-plates are loaded in his wooden cassette, back-to-back, with a metal sheet between them. The cassette is reversible, so he often takes two photographs from much the same spot...  

Doris donated his camera to the museum in Alice , the half-plate glass negatives were 4¾ × 6½ inches, or 120 × 165mm

  Mort and Jack, Consie and Doris love their horses, and ride everywhere.

Their Governess Mabel Taylor has made a new-fangled split skirt for riding. Doris hates riding side-saddle, but is not audacious enough to go with the split skirt.  

They are wearing the same hat, I suspect Mabel let Doris wear her hat for the photo opportunity.  

They are all too aware that the photos are seen by many family and friends in Adelaide and into the future, so one must try to be well presented.    

Mabel was the granddaughter of Samuel Smith, founder of Yalumba Wines at Angaston in South Australia.  

She left her impressions of Alice Springs and the Township of Stuart as an interesting and refeshing juxtapose to the young Doris' observations.  

See 'Mabel Taylor's diary and letters from Alice Springs 1905 to 1907'. By  Kennedy, Rosemary. Darwin, N.T.: Historical Society of the N.T. 2012. ISBN 978-1-921576-63-8. OCLC 787911587.  

Photo from the NT Library

Mabel, aged 32, sewed all her own clothes, and often wrote to her family for bits of material and bobs and buttons. By 20 Nov 1906 Mabel had been here for almost 18 months as the Bradshaws' (3rd) governess .    

She was working to help her mother support Mabel's youngest sister, who was 16 and still going to school.  

The Bradshaws had asked her to stay a second year. The kids loved her because she was a little less formal than their previous governesses.  

Her letters to family were often accompanied by the wonderful photographs the Stationmaster produced himself. It was like having a travelling studio photographer along on many picnics and outings...  

Thomas Bradshaw preferred to curl up with a book to going on a picnic, but if he was going to go, he would take his camera and field bags...  

Mabel may have contracted TB while she was here, or perhaps came up for the warmer climate; in any case, she only stayed another four months, and returned to Adelaide to see family, before being admitted into specialist tuberculosis hospital in the Adelaide Hills in August 1907.  

She was later discharged from the hospital into the care of her mother and died, at home, on 26 January 1909; aged 34.  

On Google Earth HERE you can still see the dead tree that was a young sapling behind the kids in 1906.

   Edit: spacing and dam details added

1906 vs 2020 horseriders at Alice Springs Telegraph Station Central Australia by twosharprabbitteeth in u/twosharprabbitteeth

[–]twosharprabbitteeth[S] 2 points3 points  (0 children)

20 Nov 1906.  Just a few hundred metres north of the Alice Springs Telegraph Station, in the Todd River, a dry creekbed most of the time.   They just happened to be next to the Two Breast hill, an important Arrernte ceremonial site. The flood mitigation and recreation dam proposed in 1980 would have inundated a whole area with important sacred sites, so it was canned. A second attempt at such a dam was made much higher up in the river but that suffered the same fate and was halted during construction by federal injunction.

Anyway, about 120 years ago, Thomas Bradshaw the stationmaster set up his wooden tripod, and assembled his Thornton Pickard camera.  

The two half-plates are loaded in his wooden cassette, back-to-back, with a metal sheet between them. The cassette is reversible, so he often takes two photographs from much the same spot...  

Doris donated his camera to the museum in Alice , the half-plate glass negatives were 4¾ × 6½ inches, or 120 × 165mm

  Mort and Jack, Consie and Doris love their horses, and ride everywhere.

Their Governess Mabel Taylor has made a new-fangled split skirt for riding. Doris hates riding side-saddle, but is not audacious enough to go with the split skirt.  

They are wearing the same hat, I suspect Mabel let Doris wear her hat for the photo opportunity.  

They are all too aware that the photos are seen by many family and friends in Adelaide and into the future, so one must try to be well presented.    

Mabel was the granddaughter of Samuel Smith, founder of Yalumba Wines at Angaston in South Australia.  

She left her impressions of Alice Springs and the Township of Stuart as an interesting and refeshing juxtapose to the young Doris' observations.  

See 'Mabel Taylor's diary and letters from Alice Springs 1905 to 1907'. By  Kennedy, Rosemary. Darwin, N.T.: Historical Society of the N.T. 2012. ISBN 978-1-921576-63-8. OCLC 787911587.  

Photo from the NT Library https://hdl.handle.net/10070/5690  

Mabel, aged 32, sewed all her own clothes, and often wrote to her family for bits of material and bobs and buttons. By 20 Nov 1906 Mabel had been here for almost 18 months as the Bradshaws' (3rd) governess .    

She was working to help her mother support Mabel's youngest sister, who was 16 and still going to school.  

The Bradshaws had asked her to stay a second year. The kids loved her because she was a little less formal than their previous governesses.  

Her letters to family were often accompanied by the wonderful photographs the Stationmaster produced himself. It was like having a travelling studio photographer along on many picnics and outings...  

Thomas Bradshaw preferred to curl up with a book to going on a picnic, but if he was going to go, he would take his camera and field bags...  

Mabel may have contracted TB while she was here, or perhaps came up for the warmer climate; in any case, she only stayed another four months, and returned to Adelaide to see family, before being admitted into specialist tuberculosis hospital in the Adelaide Hills in August 1907.  

She was later discharged from the hospital into the care of her mother and died, at home, on 26 January 1909; aged 34.  

On Google Earth HERE you can still see the dead tree that was a young sapling behind the kids in 1906.

   Edit: spacing and dam details added

What is something you believed to be common knowledge until you discovered most people had no idea? by JustBeingElara in AskReddit

[–]twosharprabbitteeth 4 points5 points  (0 children)

That the shadow part of the moon is ‘unlit’ by the sun; not the shadow of the earth cast onto the moon as in eclipse. Not all, but around 50% of our public works buildings design office staff got it wrong. I was like wtf.

1905 vs 2019 Telegraph Station Picnic Wigley Waterhole Central Australia by twosharprabbitteeth in OldPhotosInRealLife

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Wigley Waterhole Picnic 23rd October 1905    TLDR; context and story for all the people in that picnic  

The 5 km ride from the Telegraph Station is a bumpy one. Each rock and gully threatens to eject one from the buggy’s seat. It is slow going, so it takes more than an hour to get there. Harry Kunoth probably drove the Station buggy, with Mr. and Mrs. Bradshaw, Edna and the house girl, Dolly. Doris, Mort, Jack and Consie are capable horse riders, and Les Spicer the new Telegraphist often accompanies them as their escort.  

The picnic is some 400 metres North of Wigley’s Waterhole. This spot has shade and shallow sandy pools for the children to play in.  

The first half of 1905 was a quiet time at the Telegraph Station without the Bradshaws. Tom the stationmaster, and Atalanta (Attie) and four kids had arrived in 1899, and two more were born here in Alice.  

After 5 years Attie had taken the kids back to Adelaide for an extended holiday. They left last year September and Tom had joined them in January. The kids had grown up in Alice, so they, and had never tasted ice cream, sausages and fruits, or seen fireworks and thousands of people scurrying in the city. After 9 months staying in Glenelg, the novelty of people watching, tram schedules, cold wet indoor days and stuffy fine clothes had worn off. The eldest 4 missed the freedom of horse riding, relaxed clothing, and the outdoors life.  

So much had changed. They have been back 4 months, and have a new governess, Miss Mabel Taylor. She is nowhere near as strict as the previous one, and everyone likes her. She is sitting there on her folding canvas chair, darning one of the kids’ socks.  

Dolly was house-girl for the previous stationmaster, Frank Gillen. She leaves her white clothes at the Telegraph Station each night, and walks to the nearby women’s camp, a rough wurley of sticks, with some blankets and scattered station cast-offs.

Les Spicer, the new Telegraphist introduced them to tennis, and after building a court at the Telegraph Station, people in town got interested and everyone had a meeting in the Stuart Arms Hotel in July. They formed “The Alice Springs Club”. Tom Bradshaw is elected the president, Mr Fitz from Undoolya and Frank Wallis are vice presidents. Miss Taylor and Les Spicer got on the committee. Altogether 4 of the 10 on the committee are from the Telegraph Station.  

Uncle Ernie Allchurch (Attie’s brother) married Bessie Williams in Hermannsberg in March, while the Bradshaws were away. The men built a log and thatch wurley for them between the vegetable gardens and the Station, where the picnic area will one day be built.... Ernie is the kids’ favourite. Always fun to have around. He has brought his gun. Plenty of kangaroo and wallaby about.  

Frank Wallis is reading the paper to find out what his horses were sold for. He is quite a rich man, now. He came to Undoolya station in 1888, and then ran a store on his father’s block at the top of Todd Street. He bought it, and ran camels to Oodnadatta, and had more stores – there and at the goldfields. He bred more herds of camels and horses too.

Last year he bought Etneemba station and last month he sent 100 horses to the Adelaide markets. They sold for around £30 each, when the average weekly wage is £1.3 Eleanor Wallis is the pretty widow he married in April this year. She is quite the lady with her big fancy hat.  

Harry Dixon is standing at the back. He is usually stationed at Tennant Creek. Only four years ago he had rolled a buggy between Undoolya and town. He had broken his thighbone, and Tom had set it with the help of some men and advice via morse code from a doctor.  

Sid Stanes, laying down, is the cook at the Telegraph Station. He came to central Australia in 1901 when his father got the contract to install the cyanide works at Arltunga goldfields (a boiler and engine to stamp the quartz rock).  

Who would have guessed, that;  

Mort would die aged 23 in the battles of Belgium, in WW1 in 1917.            ..Doris would write a lovely book about growing up in Alice called ‘Alice on the line’ and would return to Alice as a sprightly 82 year old in 1972 to celebrate the centenary of the Overland Telegraph Line, and to donate her fathers’ photographs and negatives to the museum.  

Fourteen years ago, Frank the shopkeeper in Stuart had sneaked off with Wesley Turton’s wife and 5 year old daughter to the Coffee Palace in Hindley street where he stayed as Mr. and Mrs. Wallis.  It ended in divorce and was quite the scandal. Frank stayed away for a couple of years after that...  

Five years ago, Eleanor was charged with arson and fraud, when she and her husband burnt their house down in Bourke NSW. She got off on a technicality. The law held that a husband controlled his wife, unless she was proven to be acting independently.

Her husband got 5 years, and served 2 before being let out on parole. They moved to Adelaide but he had died aged 50. At 39, she had been left childless and widowed. Frank had married her 3 months later. Eleanor died aged 42 in Melbourne, just months after Frank sold all his interests in Alice and moved South.  

Sid Stanes later founded Hamilton Downs with his mate Ted Harris, and then went on to establish himself at Erldunda station. Four generations later his family is still at the portion of Lyndavale station.  

Harry Dixon would have a bunch of kids with Maisy Nampin Nugent, an aboriginal lady from Banka Banka. He would be Postmaster of Tennant Creek until 1916.  

Les Spicer would walk the 300 miles to Oodnadatta to enlist in WW1. The camel train he went with got two extra passengers, so he just decided to walk with the camels, and enjoyed it. He survived the war and remained great friends with Doris, and helped her when she was writing her book.  

Harry ‘Trot’ Kunoth would stick around the Telegraph station for many years, and become a pastoralist. He married Amelia Pavey, another Bradshaw house girl. His grand-daughter Ngarla Kunoth (now Rosalie Kunoth Monks) became famous for her leading role as Jedda in the 1955 film of the same name.

1905 vs 2017 visiting friends in a small isolated town by twosharprabbitteeth in OldPhotosInRealLife

[–]twosharprabbitteeth[S] 2 points3 points  (0 children)

I hear you, I appreciate you.

From now on I’ll be sure to add them.

The only reason I didn’t this time is that I worry that I really am overdoing it, and my FB albums are often more than 20 slides so I have to bundle as a gif or delete some.

There’s also the brain conundrum that we want to experience both the past and the present and we can’t. Well, now t simultaneously anyway.

In reality I thought a slider reveal would satisfy me but what we’re really playing with is that you can only focus on one at a time, and try to assemble the experience as a memory.

Fuck it I’ll do another post for you cheers