#decorative lighting poles

[mayfair1964]

Mayfair: Decorative Light Poles in Uttarakhand

Illuminate Uttarakhand's landscapes with Mayfair's exquisite Decorative Light Poles. Enhance the charm of streets, parks, and public spaces with our thoughtfully crafted fixtures. Designed to withstand the region's diverse weather conditions, these poles marry functionality with aesthetics, offering both reliability and beauty. Whether adorning urban centers or rural retreats, Mayfair's light poles add a touch of sophistication to any environment. Elevate Uttarakhand's ambiance with Mayfair's enduring and enchanting lighting solutions.

[simpossible]

⚡ NEON SEPTEMBER COLLECTION #1 [PATREON | SFW]

DOWNLOAD HERE (EARLY ACCESS)

[inthecityofgoodabode]

October 2024: Harvests & Halloween

Seen while walking:

Tuesday harvest:

The green echinacea is doing something odd. It shouldn't be putting off those tiny blossoms of its blossoms:

Wednesday harvest:

The Red Menace raising hell because he smells bleach. He hates the smell of bleach:

[sohannabarberaesque]

No wonder pole lights seem to be popular at Cattanooga Klatsche, and especially in styles such as:

[vizona-australia]

When selecting the best colour temperature for LED floodlighting in sports fields, tennis courts, and other recreational areas, a range of 5000K to 5700K is ideal. This colour temperature replicates daylight, providing bright and clear illumination, which enhances visibility and reduces eye strain for players and spectators alike.��

Read more here: https://www.vizona.com.au/blog/what-is-the-right-colour-temperature-for-sports-field-lighting/

[kasperpoles]

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[xcziel]

The Dublin spire isn't a bad looking landmark per se but why does it look like it was specifically designed to pop blimps

[littletroubledgrrrl]

I love those Christmas lights they decorate on poles.

[mayfair1964]

Decorative Street Light Pole Manufacturer | Noida

One of the defining features of decorative lighting poles is their aesthetic versatility. Manufacturers offer a wide range of designs, shapes, and finishes to complement diverse architectural styles and urban planning concepts. Whether ornate and traditional or sleek and modern, decorative lighting poles contribute to the visual identity of a place, creating a harmonious blend of functionality and artistic expression.

Materials like cast iron, aluminum, or steel are commonly used in the construction of decorative lighting poles, ensuring both durability and aesthetic flexibility. Some poles may feature intricate detailing, decorative bases, or ornamental elements that add a touch of sophistication to the overall design.

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[felixandresims]

Hello, Hello, Hello :),

Time is flying so quickly. It's already February. After a month of Shop the Look, it's time to return to the Soho Set. With part four, I want to pick up on something I wanted to create for the Fayun Set, a modular seating island situation. After further developing the idea, I called it a book lounge, which reminds me of Soho with all its book shops. This Set is also my contemporary answer to the library I created for the Chateau Set :) Spoiler alert: you can mix and match the books from both collections!

The lounge consists of a long Table you can use as a dining table or desk. You can combine it with a seating platform (PSST is a loveseat) and a Ficus planter that slots into the table. The platform has lots of slots perfect for your decoration purposes.

I approached shelves differently this time. For versatility, I separated the poles from the shelves; there are three different height options and two different shelf lengths. They come in metal and wooden swatches. I had quite some fun trying out all the various combinations :) Of course, I filled them with slots until the brim!

No shelves without clutter, I created nine different book arrangements inspired by all sorts of design books. Additionally, I made the Zettel'z Light from Ingo Maurer and had fun creating a painting.

This Set is on Early Access, and you can find it here.

Thank you so much again for the love and support. I can't spoil next month just jet, but I'm sure you will be happy about what is to come :D

Happy Simming and lots of love,

Felix xx

[fabiron]

Looking for a reliable Street Light Pole Manufacturer? Our company offers top-notch solutions that are customizable to your needs. Street light poles are an essential component of modern infrastructure that helps illuminate our cities and towns. They not only provide light to our streets and highways but also make them safer for pedestrians and motorists. A street light pole manufacturer is a company that specializes in designing and manufacturing street light poles. In this article, we’ll cover everything you need to know about street light pole manufacturers.

[affordablelighting1]

Decorative Durable Flute Shaped Lighting Pole

The flute-shaped decorative light poles are best when it comes to commercial and street lighting at schools, churches, apartment buildings, etc. At Affordable Lighting, we provide the best quality durable street lighting poles in different sizes from 8 feet, 10 feet, and 12 feet. Available in classic black color, these light poles are on sale at affordable pricing.

[v1x3n]

R I P P E D A P A R T

john price x reader x 141 ⸝⸝ navigation part one part two part three

୨୧ 𝘴𝘺𝘯𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘴 : tortured for information by your family and the person you loved, john price. you were harmed for something you hadn't even done, you were framed as the traitor and soon they would find out.

୨୧ 𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘴 : angst - nightmare mention, hospital setting, scars, depression, neglect.

After being taken to the infirmary, your body had uncontrollably decided to take a long sleep, your dreams full of the terrors your best friends had caused you. Your dreams reminisce on the before, on the time where everything was okay, the time where you had a friend group and your job was going well. But that had to end, didn't it? 

Nothing good could ever happen to you. 

Waking up, you don't even know how long you slept for, you discover your bandages on your body changed. Still bloody but they were fresh material, you were in new clothes - well clothes. Head goes dizzy when you look around the room, taking in everything you could see. The high white walls with no decoration, the window that you could look out from on your so-called bed, the cream curtains that hung but were swept to the side - bringing in bright light from the outdoors. The outdoors, something you hadn't seen in what, a month? You couldn't remember anymore. You felt disoriented, angry yet also sad. You felt every fucking emotion you didnt have time to feel during the attacks, all at once. Eyebrows squeezing together, looking to the side of your sheets, a small wooden chair was placed there. After gulping you peek at the table next to your bed, there was also a sink in the corner. Usual hospital room, tv and two doors, one leading out into the hallways and one to a bathroom. And that was that. 

There was one thing that made your heart furious though, an arrangement of colourful flowers, wrapped in a light pink ribbon sat on the table beside you. Frowning as you peer at the beautiful petals you look away, they ruined you, ruined your body, your life and all they give you is fucking flowers? You knew it was one of them, you had not built that much of a relationship with anyone else and they were your favourite flowers. Only the 141 knew your favourites, cheap fucking way of saying sorry. You hadn't even heard the words come out from any of their mouths yet, fucking pathetic. enraged, angry, furious and irritated were only some of the words you were feeling. 

Soon it had been a week, lay in that stupid fucking room. At Least you had met a few people, you met a few nurses who came by to feed you, check up on you and help your wounds. And you had met a patient in the room next to yours, he was sweet towards you, you never spoke to him though. He did most of the talking, his name was Logan and honestly in the week you had known him for - he was growing on you. He came by everyday, he was very nosy though, very extroverted. Luckily he never demanded answers from you, he always spoke, sometimes you would reply with a shrug or a small nod. You couldn't tell if he had heard about what happened to you though, he never touched you and he was always so gentle, dunno. Maybe he was just nice.

Scars were left all over your form, a healing cut on your cheek that wouldn't take that long to fix - just a very quick and painful stitch up!, your legs just starting to become responsive, rope marks dug in your skin from how tightly they displayed you on that cold pole. 

Drugged up on antibiotics wasn't the best feeling, you had a few infected wounds down your body, the one on your lower womb was ugly. It looked diabolical, but luckily you were on many pills so life is okay! Looking down at your hands, the missing fingers was just another example of the pain the four caused you. 

Just when you were about to spew tears from your tear ducts, a light shadow covered you. When did he come in? 

Your captain sat on the wooden chair beside you, he didn't speak, just looked down at his raggy boots. You were glad he didn't speak, but deep down you kind of wanted him too because this was far too awkward. Glaring down at your lap, you refused to speak to him, just as you tried to turn around the door swings open. The nurse you were closest to walks in and sees the two of you. The obvious tension floods the air, flowing out the open door when Jane starts talking, “morning, honey” she smiles and takes slow steps up to you. 

You dont reply. 

“We need t’ get you into the shower” she mumbles to you, peeling off the sheets that covered your battered body. You were ashamed that the nurse had to physically get you up and take you to the shower but your legs just wouldn't cooperate with you. A twisted and healing ankle paired with weak legs and then on top of that the depression that comes along with all of this summed up too being unable to help yourself up. You couldn't do anything for yourself, they tore you limp by limp and now you weren't the strong soldier you were before. All thanks to them. “Okay” a light voice sounds from you through a sigh, almost whispering, not wanting that fucking man next to you get the pleasure of hearing your voice. Letting the nurse help you get out of the bed, Jane looks down at your form, your skin and your trauma.

“Healing well, hm? Did nurse poppy give you your pills this morning?” Jane asks, tilting your head up gently to take a look at the slight slit on your throat. When the man right next to you was about to end your life.

What is the saying? Each scar tells a story but every story leaves a car. Something like that.

Nodding at the nurse's question makes the corners of her lips twerk up into a small yet genuine smile, “good, now let's get you up, hm?” you could almost feel john's eyes burning into you while the nurse helps you get up, your weak limbs drop as you stand on your feet, jane instantly gripping you and jolting you back up, an arm wrapped around you to help you walk. 

You were thankful for the nurses, obviously they knew what had happened and they were nothing but gentle and sweet with you, they never tried to do anything that would trigger you and knew to check up on you, make sure you were eating, drinking, sleeping and things like brushing your teeth and showering. You felt kind of useless. Not  being able to do anything for yourself but it wasn't exactly your fault though was it? 

Jane took you towards the bathroom and Price still just kind of sat there, in your hospital room - staring at your bed.

“You can do it yourself, yeah?” Jane helps you sit on the lip of the toilet seat, the bathroom was sterile and white. The smell of bleach attacked your nose, you looked at the shower. The shower head pours down water at a fast pace when the woman in front of you turns the knob around, you almost flinch at the sound of the water hitting the shower floor. “C'mon” she mumbles, taking your arm to help you limp into the shower, as soon as the water hits you - you flinch. Taking in an old memory, instantly you back up to the wall, “i-i can't” you shake, gulping down, staring at the dropping water splattering over the floor. Breath picking up as you breathe in harshly, “i cant - i cant” you repeat as if the nurse hadn't heard you, she quickly leans over to grab the sponge that was placed under the shower head, she places it in your hand, “its okay, honey, don't worry.” jane coos while you shake, “you don't gotta, just scrub yourself down outside the shower, you don't have t’ go in if you can't” 

Thank god for this sweet woman. After nodding she leaves you to your own devices.

Taking a glance at the shower and then down at your sponge, you sigh. How could you let yourself become this pathetic. A panic scares you when you hear sounds coming from outside the bathroom door, a deep voice which was so obviously johns then a softer voice which you would only match it to janes.

“Is she okay?” Jane's ears picked up John's voice, still sitting on the wooden chair but he was facing the bathroom door. “You know they dont want you here” she states, walking past him to clean up your sheets. 

“I needed to see them.” All Jane does is sigh, “they can't see you right now, i understand it's hard but it's harder for her” john looks down at his boots, in  defeat. Closing his eyes and biting his tongue, this was hard for him - it was hard for everyone. 

All of the 141 missed you, missed talking to you, seeing you and missed their relationship with you. No one knew how to go about the situation, nobody knew what to do. How to make it right, how to make it the same as before. They all just thought; they didn't know what else to do, they all thought it was you and the signs pointed to you. 

The job is ugly, it's disgusting, that's what it is.but there's nothing they can do about it, it's all a part of the job.

[vizona-australia]

In the heart of Western Australia, where the stunning natural beauty of Denham meets the azure waters of Shark Bay, Vizona has taken a step towards responsible and eco-conscious lighting. Our latest project involved the supply and installation of 85 Solar Bollard Lights beside a picturesque pathway for the Shire of Shark Bay, near Monkey Mia.

This location is not just a scenic spot but also an environmentally sensitive one, home to a diverse range of wildlife, from turtles and emus to native bird species and kangaroos. In keeping with our commitment to sustainable and nature-friendly lighting solutions, we chose a low colour temperature of 3000 Kelvin that complies with the Dark Sky ordinance, ensuring that light only sheds downwards.

Read more here: https://www.vizona.com.au/blog/vizona-solar-bollard-lights-shine-in-denham-wa/