#city beautification

[if-you-fan-a-fire]

“City Property Damaged By Vandals,” Kingston Whig-Standard. June 2, 1942. Page 2 & 11. ---- Ald. C. P. Dalton, chairman of the property committee, told members of City Council laid evening that city property, especially the flower beds in the parks, were being sabotaged by people who should be punished. Ald. Dalton said the flower bed on Barrie Street at the entrance to Stuart Street, which had been planted less than a week ago, was simply ruined by some person who rode a bicycle through the flower bed. 

“This party broke the fence which surrounded the bed and rode right through the flowers. It nearly broke the heart of the superintendent,” said Ald. Dalton. “These culprits also break benches In the park.” 

Ald. Boyd asked why the fountain on Clarence Street which for years had been used to water horse was continually overflowing, said boys and girls who the police have been unable to apprehend threw mud into the fountain and blocked tho drain. 

Ald. Dalton said the drinking fountain in Macdonald Park, which had been placed there by the WCTU, had to be turned off due to the manner in which it was being used and also partly due to its type of construction. “You actually have to take your hat off to get near the drinking part," said Ald. Dalton. “We don’t intend to use it this year." 

Ald. Casterton said a beautiful cherry plant which he had grown for some years and which he had recently transferred to his new home, had been taken right out of the ground by some thief. 

Council was given assurance that the Police Department would pay special attention to this matter. 

Exception Voiced Some exception was taken to the recommendation of the committee in connection with granting use of the Fair Grounds to the Kingston and District Agricultural Society for its annual fair. 

Ald. Mrs. J. S. Delahaye reminded members of the situation which developed last year when school children were overcharged and the character of some shows was not acceptable. 

Ald. Millan, chairman of the committee, said the matter had been discussed by the committee at considerable length and it was agreed the Fair Grounds would be made available, providing satisfactory arrangements could be made. 

Ald. Crawford said the Midway people took money from children under false pretences and the character of the shows was not the best. 

Ald. Millan said members of his committee had discussed this matter and it would be taken up with the fair board before permission was formally granted for the use of the grounds. 

Council endorsed the recommendation after this assurance had been given.

[th3-0bjectivist]

(Street) Art in Charlotte 08JUL23

I was sauntering through Charlotte this last weekend.

I was with my new lady friend and headed to The Mint Museum.

When all the sudden a very colorful alleyway appeared.

With some of the most rich and vibrant street art I’ve seen.

I mean, look at this... the quality was unbelievable. 

Had to catch some of it on camera.

This was the most artful alleyway I’ve seen in my life to this point.

What an ideal way to beautify your city.

Between a garage and high rises around 100 E. Fourth Street.

Finally, near the museum.

My lady and I had drinks after... glad I moved here!

[reportsofagrandfuture]

"Levels of aggression and violence have been shown to be significantly lower among individuals who have some nearby nature outside their apartments than among their counterparts who live in barren conditions. Surveys exploring these results show residents with green views report using reasoning more often in conflicts with their children rather than violence. They also report less use of physical violence in conflicts with partners compared to those living in buildings without trees.

There is a strong relationship between higher levels of tree canopy and lower levels of crime, regardless of socioeconomic factors. In New Haven, Connecticut a 10% increase in tree canopy was associated with a 14% decrease in property crimes and a 15% decrease in violent crime. Similar results were found in Baltimore, with a 12% drop in all outdoor crimes for each 10% increase in tree canopy. In Chicago, an old rail corridor turned tree-lined trail had the unexpected result of a rapid decrease in the local crime rate. A public housing development, also in Chicago, had 48% fewer property crimes and 56% fewer violent crimes in or around buildings with more greenspace."

[theyheoftheapocalypse]

if we can get gerard way to convert back to catholicism before they die, then they could be considered for canonization as a catholic saint. c'mon i know of AT LEAST two miracles, we could do this

[blurban-form]

Bluey-themed Traffic Signal Cabinet

When Dad is ignoring the satnav (GPS) and driving around randomly in S3E42 “Show and Tell” they drive past this roadside element.

Originally I thought this was a shelter/sleeping pod for unhoused people, but it turns out it is something else.

It's a signal control cabinet (it contains the electronics that control the lights at a signal) with a Bluey mural on it.

These cabinets often are decorated to make them more attractive features / to make them less prone to vandalism. The Australian ones are large compared with most North American examples.

[rockingthegraveyard]

City I live in kind of blew up in more recent years but when I was a kid there were a lot more orchards and empty plots then there are today and there use to be this huge empty space behind the McDonalds where my dad and grandpa would park their work trucks to get lunch. Occasionally they would let me, my brother and cousins tag along to light jobs and to get lunch with them. We would get our lunch and then sit in that empty plot to eat. There use to be seagulls in the city, we're about three hours inland so it's not entirely absurd, but they were only ever really in this one specific empty lot behind the McDonalds. It's since been filled up and I haven't seen a seagull in this city since.

[cowboyhorsegirl]

God it’s taxing serving this much cunt on the city bus but SOMEONE’S gotta do it

[akarshanartstudio]

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Reputation as the Leading Art Studio in Odisha

Akarshan Art Studio's reputation as the leading art studio in Odisha is built on its commitment to transforming spaces into visual masterpieces. The studio's extensive research and understanding of space and ambiance, combined with its hobby of studying every nook and corner for potential beauty, have positioned it at the forefront of the art and décor sector in Odisha. It's not just about making spaces look perfect; it's about enriching them with value additions that resonate with the surrounding environment in a very cost-effective manner

Expertise in Beautification and Decor Services

The studio's expertise spans a variety of services, each tailored to bring out the best in urban and interior environments:

Akarshan Art Studio specializes in city beautification in Odisha that not only enhance the aesthetic appeal of urban spaces but also improve the quality of urban life. Through the incorporation of urban sculptures, mural art, fibre sculptures for indoor and outdoor settings, wall paintings, and lighting fountains, the studio plays a pivotal role in building identity, transferring culture, and fostering community interaction within urban spaces

The studio extends its creative prowess to landscape and park beautification in Odisha, offering services like pathway cum landscape development, modern seating arrangements, fountains, selfie points, and programmable musical fountains. These elements are thoughtfully designed to create engaging, high-quality spaces that encourage more interaction among citizens

With a keen eye for detail and a passion for space, Interior & Home Decor in Odisha offers innovative interior and home decor solutions. From sophisticated wall art to modern fibre furniture and ornamental plants, every aspect is designed to enrich living spaces with beauty and functionality

Understanding the importance of corporate relationships, the studio crafts exquisite corporate gifts in Odisha that embody creativity, quality, and thoughtfulness. These bespoke gifts are perfect for fostering goodwill and appreciation in the corporate world

Specializing in Terracota Art & Production in Odisha, the studio celebrates the traditional while infusing it with modern aesthetics. Terracotta jewellery and art pieces from Akarshan are not just adornments but pieces of cultural heritage that carry deep significance

At the cutting edge of design, the studio produces modern fibre and furniture designs in Odisha pieces that are both stylish and sustainable. These designs are tailored to meet contemporary tastes while being highly functional, making them perfect for modern living spaces.

Akarshan Art Studio's status as the top art studio in Odisha is well-deserved. With its unparalleled expertise in city and landscape beautification, interior and home decor, corporate gifts, terracotta art, and modern fibre furniture, it stands as a testament to the transformative power of art. Through its dedication to enhancing spaces and enriching lives with beauty and creativity, Akarshan Art Studio continues to set the standard for excellence in the art and décor industry in Odisha.

[delicatelysublimeforester]

Honoring Varsity View Community Association

Honoring Varsity View Community Association: A Beacon of Support for the City Nature Challenge Introduction: In the heart of Saskatoon lies the vibrant neighborhood of Varsity View, where community spirit thrives amidst lush greenspaces and a rich history of environmental stewardship. At the forefront of this community stands the Varsity View Community Association, a beacon of support and…

[petew21-blog]

Swapcation: After the escape Part 2

You would think that this is Matthew's body and that I stayed in him till the end of my days. Unfortunately no. Althought his body was amazing and it was also my first body I really soon (like few minutes after I shot loads of cum on the grass) found out that my family was tracking me.

"I could already hear the helicopters searching the forest. The tracker must be off and showing the a larger circle. I still don't know where it could be. Is it under his skin? I didn't find anything in his clothes. And all I have is my personal stuff... I'm such an idiot. It's my phone. Why the hell did I bring my phone?"

I threw it in the opposite direction that I was gonna run. And then I ran. But I was really exhausted after the night run from the car accident. And my head kinda hurt. Matthew must have hurt himself too. So I slowed down. I didn't hear the helicopter anymore. But there I can't stay in this forest forever and certainly not in this body.

I made a decision. The first person I meet I swap with. They'll get a beautiful manly and young body.

And I was pretty luck. I met a hiker who was on his journey for a few days.

"Heyyyy man, you're also on PCT?"

What the hell is PCT. Shit I heard that before. Oh, it's Pacific Crest Trail. Perfect. If he won't notice me switching with him, he could continue with this body all the way to Canada. Who knows when he would find out, but that wouldn't be my problem anymore. Matthew's and his body were almost the same size. I mean... he was just as hot as Matthew

"Heyyy, no. I'm actually from around. Just went to the forest."

We chatted some more and I could see him getting closer. He was definitely straight, but I could get him when we were saying goodbye. Maybe by offering him my hand. I didn't have a chance to test that yet, but my family said, that the victims of body swap always end up in a short state of confusion that gives you time to leave. Like an evolutionary advantage for a predator. Or maybe a parasite?

I wished him good luck and offered him my hand, but he refused.

"Nah man, I'm a hugger. Bring it in"

Shit shit. We went for it, my naked torso and his in just a white top touching. I then activated my power. I opened my eyes and was standing on the other side. Matthew's body looked confused, but he took his bag. And started leaving.

"Wait man, you got my bag by accident. Here" I gave him his bag. I need my stuff and he needs his to survive the PCT. He wouldn't have made it if he found out what kind of useless shit I'm bringing with me.

I walked for over a mile away from the forest path. I was now somebody new. Somebody my family didn't know. I could now leave into the city and live my life forever. For the second time I felt calm. I was before when I was full of adrenalin in Matthew's body and then got to explore his body for a bit. But back then, I didn't even had the chance to look at everything I needed.

I first inspected my new abs. "Matthew had a set just like this, but it hits different in this body. This body has amazing veins going down to my crotch." The hair trail everywhere from neck all the way down there. My skin shriveled as I went over the small hills of muscle hidden beneath my skin. "My belly button, so sexy. Maybe I should swap with some horny gay who would want my body and inspect it myself."

Then I inspected my new hairy and veiny arms. Looking at each finger one by one, touching the hair, licking it. Every finger tracing each vein down to my armpit.

The sexy hairy armpit that was protected by a gigantic biceps. A biceps that could squish heads. A biceps that I got to lick all over. Smell the armpit with the beautiful smell of a man's sweat. The pheromones were hitting me hard. Hard enough that it caused my new dick to get hard as well.

"Now or never"

I swear that I thought Matthew's dick was one of the most beautiful cocks I have seen so far, but let me tell you, that this freaky hairy monster, veins look like popping out, the beautiful purple head of my cock releasing precum, balls the size of plums. How amazing is this.

I spit in my hand and started jerking off. Fuck, I couldn't even start slowly, I had to jerk off so fast. The rush was fantastic.

I sat next to a tree. Still jerking of and with my other hand licking my finger, pushing it in my mouth. How amazing it's gonna be to blow someone with the bearded mouth.

My pecs bouncing in the rythm of the masturbation. Up and down. Sweat glisthening on the, running down the middle over my abs all the way through to my massive cock. My massive cock that my massive hand jerked furiously.

I shot my cum, but shot some of it into my hand. The rest must have flown several feet away from me.

The white cum sticking my fingers was tempting me. I put it in my mouth and licked my fingers clean. As I sat there, breathing out. I laughed, but my relaxing moment was interrupted by some hikers coming my way. I put on the clothes rapidly and headed out west.

I headed to the nearest town and downloaded Grindr. "Time to find some new boy toy to fuck." I said aloud. Yeah, if I said that now in my body no one would ever believe me. I was, and I guess I still am, a virgin. So, I think it's the great time and great body to change that.

I checked out some profiles and found one near me. We met at the park. My torso still bare from the forest adventure. It was a guy in his early 20s. Slightly twinkish, but cute.

"Girrrrlll, I thought you were catfishing me. This is amazing. How did you get this big?" he almost screamed as he went to pinch my left tit.

"Eh, you know. Healthy lifestyle and lot of gym"

"And a lot of cardio, I presume?"

"How about we find out if I had enough cardio today?"

We got in his shower. Both our dicks horny from the view. We kiss passionately. His hands were still over me and over my pecs. Touching my hairy legs and arms. "Let's dry ourselves and go to bed. I need you body so much!"

He got out from the shower and looked back at me.

"I wish I had a body like that. I would enjoy it so fucking much to be this big"

Idea popped in my head. Maybe he would be quiet about it. I could use a friend now that would help me stay in secrecy to avoid my family. Yeah, I wanted to explore my new body from some else before.

I dried myself and followed him to the bedroom. He was ready on the bed. I didn't give him much time to think about it.

He was confused at first still looking at me to find out what was happening.

This was my view. "Fucking hell, I look amazing. Look at all those hair. And those pecs are almost bigger than your head." I said as he still looked at me confused.

I got behind him. "I wanted to do this since I got in that body. So hot. And daaamn. Look at that hairy ass. That's all mine?"

"Man, you and me. We're gonna have SO much fun in the following days."

It seemed like he started to comprehend what was happening. He looked at himseld and then immediately went for a kiss. During the sex, we kept swapping there and back. The confusion on his side waas gone so we didn't have to stop to let him rest and find out what's happening again.

I woke up with the view I was familiar with. Happy to be big again. The twink lying next to me and sleeping peacfully.

"I don't think I'll be leaving any time soon." caressing my sweet pecs while saying that

Part 1:

[th3-0bjectivist]

(Steet) Art in Asheville, NC 01OCT23

I’ve been in North Carolina for nearly a year.

I've asked people repeatedly where it’s prettiest around here.

Nearly everyone told me Asheville, NC so I went to check it out.

I was able to walk through downtown in twenty-five minutes.

Small city, but lots of character.

I wish I could share the drinks and food I had with you (amazing).

Instead, I opted to share some pics of the local street art.

There’s a decent artist presence in the area, and it showed.

Been trying to find where to connect to nature AND art in NC.

Found it! Meanwhile... I’m on vacation.

[reportsofagrandfuture]

[libraford]

I'm helping Archer build her resume because she doesn't understand resume speak.

"What did you do at parks that you enjoyed?"

"I liked planting that butterfly garden with the garden club."

"Worked with local nonprofit in a dual purpose conservation and beautification effort. What else you got?"

"I like doing things like mulching and lawnmowing."

"Assisted a team of professionals to maintain the routine upkeep of 650 acres of city-funded greenspace."

She's writing all these down, fascinated. But like close to the end she stopped.

"Know what I just realized?"

"What?"

"Every person that I thought was smart was just using bigger words to describe normal things and speaking confidently with a pattern like you do with a resume."

"Corporate bullshit, politicians, and dudes desperate to win your approval will ALL speak the same language."

[omgthatdress]

Hi. Would you like to do something nice for me?

Soon, I am going to be starting my own non-profit organization, Ọya Cemetery Research & Preservation. Named for the Yoruba warrior goddess of storms and guardian of cemetery gates, the purpose of the organization will be getting grants for historic cemeteries to do big, expensive projects like ground-penetrating radar searches, as well as for serious restoration and beautification to fix stuff like this:

Yes, they are all from the same historic African-American cemetery, and yes, that is the fucking casket you see. Google "Memorial Park Cemetery Tampa" and "Zion Cemetery Tampa" to learn just how much the city of Tampa cares about preserving its historic Black cemeteries.

The thing is, to get grants, I need to be a registered business, and I need to pay for a business license, which, in Florida, costs $800.

If you could give like five dollars (or more) to my Paypal, I would be VERY appreciative:

paypal.me/CWnerd12

Thank you!

[yuriisclumsy]

𝖯𝗋𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗎𝖾: Mother and the Falling Starlight

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Authors note: Hello, lovelies! Been a while since I last uploaded something for the Divine City. I have finished plotting the next few chapters after this one, I just need to write them and and edit them. Hope you enjoy the latest chapter! You might need this ;D Teyvatian Language Translator.

Space.

It is as lovely from earth as it is from the place itself.  

The stars twinkled in happiness. They danced and moved; they were welcoming a new sibling.

Who could they be? 

It was you, of course. 

You don’t seem to be awake at the moment, but that bothered not the stars; in fact, they jump in excitement for the time you wake up. Perhaps you needed a little help?

A brave star approached your sleeping form, ready to pounce at you. Before it got the chance, a voice rose, scaring the star. 

“And what do you think you’re doing?” the voice said. 

The star, in panic, ran away and hid behind the bigger stars to not get in trouble.

The voice giggled at the antics of the stars. The voice loved them dearly, but sometimes they had no sense of control. The voice turned to you and spoke in a sweet voice. 

“Child…”

“It’s time to wake up…” 

The voice’s soothing sound threatened to lull you deeper into slumber.

Your eyes twitched. It had been a while since you opened them.

Who…? You let out, yet, no sound was heard. There was only a deafening silence. Your eyes fully open from the realization.

You try to squish out any noise–it did not matter what sound it was, as long as it was something. You opened and closed your mouth–you looked like a fish out of the water. Unable to even hear your own breathing, the only logical thing to do now: was panic.

Have you lost your voice? You looked around, finding yourself in space. Now that you were hyper-aware of your surroundings you could feel gazes directed at you. 

“Be not afraid, Child.” The voice spoke again.

Who are you? You asked, even if nothing did come out. You had a feeling the voice was able to understand. 

The voice chuckled, confirming your suspicions: she could hear you.  

“Hmmm…” The voice hummed in thought, thinking of an answer to give you. 

“Technically speaking, I am your ‘Mother’.” The voice responded. 

Mother...? No, no. I have a mother, and you are not her! You cringed back physically. There’s no way a voice was going to tell me it was my ‘Mother,’ or whatever it wants to be! 

“But I am.” the voice said with a smile.  

Wait…smile? Ah… You could tell if the voice was smiling now. Your head was spinning from all this nonsense. It was like one of those fever dreams where you are in a park, and a dinosaur with blond hair and pink dress is playing in one of the swings.  

That kind or weird dream.. 

Okay…let's suppose you are—where am I? I asked… Her? The voice? You couldn't bother making sense of this right now. You did not want to end up like Amalia.  

Amalia…

Were you not with her just now? Your memories are fuggy if you pay close attention. No use trying now, they will appear eventually. 

The stars laughed at your ignorance. You glared at them to shut up. This just prompted them to laugh harder. 

“Now, now, children. This is your younger sister. Treat her better,” the voice scolded the stars before turning to answer your question, “right now, you are in a realm of consciousness.” 

Realm? What do you mean by that? And sister...to the stars? That doesn’t make any sense. And how could I possibly be a sister to stars? Just who are you? You aren’t a demon, right?  

“Dear me, you are a curious one.” The voice said in amusement. “But I’m afraid I can’t answer your questions right now…”

Huh? What do you mean—? WOAH!

Just as you were about to question the meaning of the voice’s words, the world around started to crack. You could see windows of what was behind the wall of the space you were in.

It was beautiful. The openings revealed to have a spiral galaxy behind the curtains, you could also see nebulas and constellations all around, the stars ran freely in those holes and came to greet the other stars on the other side; it was a universe. It was full of life. 

Extending your arm and hand, your body reacting on its own to follow them. The voice, however, had other intentions for you. 

“Ah, ah, ah, little one. Your place is not with them.” 

A large pair of hands appeared from the direction the voice came from. From within, glowed with every color of the rainbow in total harmony, as waterfalls of pure light fell from the grooves in between the fingers. 

Your eyes, as much as they wanted to see the landscape, they refrained from leaving the hands. They strained themselves on their hands, unable to move. 

One hand disconnected from the other and approached you. Pointing at you the index finger illuminated. The word had become slow as the finger was about to touch your forehead. 

Work done by yours truly!

(This is my [Name] don’t mind it. You are free to add your own into this work. This is just for reference)

“Welcome home… My starlight.”

Wait…what did you say? You tried to fight your eyelids from closing.

Those were the final words you heard from the voice as the world was covered with white. 

This is your second time seeing the color. 

A star is on its way to their new home.

Shooting stars don't frequent Teyvat. They come every few decades, if not every few centuries. That is why–when a falling star appears–they are remembered by the people.

This star wanted to surprise the inhabitants below. And so, the star came at a time of slumber to the world which will house them. But this does not mean that they weren’t seen by none; there were spectators waiting for their arrival.

But not all who watched the star had innocent intentions.

The star’s travel began from a place colder than the depths of the abyss. Then, it passed the scorching heat of a volcano's lava. It flew over a place filled with water, even the people were made of water. Leaving the water, they enter a forest filled with books and texts. After the papers followed an archipelago of storms and purple thunder. Scared of the bolts, the star made its way to a land with mountains that could scratch the sky. The journey was long, and the stars were tired. Choosing its destination to be a place with soft breeze and gentle strums of lullabies. It was a nation filled with freedom for growth.  

One place, which the star had not gone to, was the place that had the answers the star had asked. The city that was prepared to welcome it. 

A city fit for a divine being.

… 

A shooting star cut through the sky full of shining fruits, descending to the land below. The moon was at its highest when it landed on the home of freedom. As fast as the star was going, it left no impact on the earth. 

A blond traveler’s eyes happened to be wide open that night, and they saw the star.

Arriving at the landing site, he saw a figure. Wishing on the star to be that which he hoped for it to be—a person he so longed for. But as big as his wish was, there was no one to answer him; he was completely alone. 

A girl the traveler found–in slumber she was–was not the person the blond was looking for. She was surrounded by fireflies and a bed of Cecilias; the signature of the nation’s welcome to this world. 

To not disturb the sleeping girl, the blonde traveler took comfort in a nearby tree waiting for the moon to rest and the sun to awake.

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