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debsmooth · 2 years
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What splendid day for a #litterpick with #friendsoflochendpark. What strange things you find in #lochendpark #edinburgh #leith (at Lochend Park) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cb2R7oRI9ZL/?utm_medium=tumblr
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zyzil3 · 10 months
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Fibres from ghost nets which I've collected beach cleaning, rinsed, and sorted. Will become basket one day when I have enough
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igatherthedead · 1 year
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🪄 Removed all this trash from a tiny section of the beach 🗑️🦝🗑️ . . . . . . #humansequalgarbage #donttrashwhereyousplash #pickupyourtrash #litterpicking #trashcollection #beachcleanup #honortheland #waterislife https://www.instagram.com/p/Cp-pex2Jkwd/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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prettyvintagehouse · 1 year
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Two bags of rubbish and a big plastic liquid storage can on our countryside walk today. #litter #rubbish #rubbishremoval #dogwalk #countryside #countrysidelife #keepbritaintidy #litterpicking #morningwalk #countrygirl #takeyourrubbishhome #rescuedog #walkingforhealth https://www.instagram.com/p/CmwQQnzM9NX/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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pig-e-on · 2 years
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10 Reasons why Litter-picking is so great:
You're helping both your community and local wildlife.
You're outdoors (boosts mental health).
A litterpicker is a couple of quid, then it doesn't cost you a bean!
People may come up to you and thank you (feels nice). You can smile/thank them back or engage in a bit of small talk – both are socially acceptable!
You can litterpick for as long or short a time as you want – every little helps.
It requires as much or as little walking and lifting as you choose.
You can instantly see the difference you've made to the area.
If you can sort some of it into recycling, you're being extra eco-friendly!
It can be a group or solo activity whatever your social needs or preference (turn it into a competition: who can find the biggest / heaviest / most obscure object).
It can be a very meditative and/or theraputic activity.
This has been a PSA:
Litter-picking is not just for court-ordered community service!
Litter-picking a free, wholesome activity that helps the environment and your physical and mental health.
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teenhelporg · 1 year
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Have you ever collected litter from a public place? If you or your family or friends haven't done this before, then have a go at doing this today because cleaning up different areas is a wonderful thing to do. #cleanupyourenvironment #collectlitter #pickinguptrash #pickuptrash #cleanuptheworld #litterpicking #pickuplitter https://www.instagram.com/p/CofS_0zsPe0/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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miiilowo · 16 days
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totally agreeing with you on this whole thing. I see mininformation on my dash FREQUENTLY about a number of political issues. I do activism offline, and I am a firm believer of not spreading yourself too thin. If you're an activist for everything you can't dedicate the time individual issues deserve. I focus on a handful of things, and I trust that what I can't dedicate my time to, others will. Also people who exclusively do online activism I am begging you if you can to turn some of that energy to the offline world please. Get involved with local mutual aid, volunteer at a community centre, protest, talk to people, even just litterpicking. Yes spread awareness but please understand that your tumblr blog is not the only way of doing activism, nor is it always the most effective form
don't have anything to add really it's just a good point
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opalwreck · 2 years
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April 1st: Introduce yourself. Talk about who you are as a person. Your age, hobbies, special interests, family, etc. Anything you feel comfortable sharing.
Im 23, 24 in july!
I currently enjoy litterpicking, pokemon, oxygen not included, psycholgy, and encanto!
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azertycake · 10 days
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The seagulls outlived us all. If it's any consolation, they won't outlive us for long.
Look at them. I know it's hard to see them carving arcs into the yellow sky when you're six feet under, but if you squint and tilt your head you'll catch a glimpse through the dirt and the litter. Them, picking at crisp packets. Them, challenging feral cats over a bottle cap that they both thought was food. Them, those same buggers who stole your chips on the pier.
You know what, even if you can't see it from the grave, you can make a damn good guess as to what The End looks like. Ever seen a tip? That but bigger. Ever seen a flock of flying rats? That but louder. Ever smelled rot? That but it's suffocating. You were probably alive not long before The End happened, so just know you got close to outliving the damn gulls.
You didn't though. Oh well.
It's kind of nice, really. The species thinks it's thriving, and that's what counts really. Filling their stomachs with shit that'll just sit there forever until it cuts them open from gullet to intestines, the gentle scrape of hard plastic against weak stomach lining. And then they'd shovel more shit into their beaks because that's what they thought they had to do to be happy. More food, more things, fuller stomach, better life. Round and round like a merry-go-round, until death do us part, life goes on and we eat and then we can die happy.
I'm not sure if you were one of the bad ones. I'm not sure if I care. For every man in a suit making his workers piss in drinks bottles there was the good samaritan putting their litter in the bin and rejecting plastic straws at restaurants and only buying what they needed. Us lot, the humans, we had our tree huggers and activists and political campaigns. We had our fun, so why don't we share it with the flying rats?
Don't think of it as The End. Think of it as passing on the torch. What do I know, though? That could just make it worse.
I kind of miss it. The consumption, the having, the want. Going from everything to nothing is an astounding change of pace, as you probably know. I've got no puppet strings on me now, but I also have no skin and bones and corporeal form to cling to, so I can't exactly do much with this freedom except wallow in the dirt and think about what I'd say to you, you being an ambiguous abstract entity I can rant at. Or project onto. What's the difference?
I'm not normally this pessimistic. I wasn't, back then. I had a job and kids and a wife for God's sake, I didn't have time to sit around yelling about birds. All I have now is time, and it's hard to keep life interesting when plastic rots so slow. Can't watch life overtake what we created because I'm not patient enough to watch plastic corrode for however-many-thousands-of-years.
I'd like to think that the men in suits and ties aren't living it up in their bunker while we writhe in the dirt. I really wish I could think that. They probably have television, still, and telephones and computers and books and food and life. They probably breathe the smog through gas masks and they were happy to let us walk around and choke.
Maybe I was the idiot. Maybe I should have bought a metal water bottle and done litterpicking twice a year. You know what, maybe the apocalypse could have been averted if I and only I turned around and didn't buy that one bag of crisps that one time. Every little action right? Nothing the men in suits and ties could have done about it, surely. No, with their political power and corporate strength and stranglehold over what society can and cannot consume, how could they have possibly done anything to help?
I'm a little angry at the moment. The seagull squawks get to you after a while.
No clue how to calm down from this. It's done and dusted now, I suppose. We're all gone, everyone save for the seagulls that strut around in suits and ties.
I bet you're too young to remember when human beings were mucking about in the primordial soup that was Earth's oceans. So am I, but I like to think that the ancient history I learned way back in high school has rubbed off on me. Bumbling about as cells, drinking our sunlight without emotion or care. We stumbled out of the water on clumsy legs made of newfound muscle. We walked, grabbed, walked and grabbed at the same time, made noises that were vaguely akin to phrases like "I love you", "I want this", "I miss you", and et cetera. Back when I was referred to as a cluster of syllables and you a concise grunt. We made families, then big groups of families, then villages, then homes.
We looked to the future and we created. Clothes, architecture, language, we moulded the clay of being between our fingers and made things. Beautiful, miraculous things. We wrote books, painted walls, screamed about love into microphones that screamed back at us. We shot for the stars, hit space square on, and went onward. Oh, how far we could have gone. All the while the oil was eating our oceans, and the ink on our pages quickly devolved into the denial and nonsense. Paintings became empty. The stars felt too hollow. The ocean fell beneath our feet, and we were scared of the sheer volume of plastic down there. Perhaps once children told scary stories of sharks and sirens. Tales such as those tangled and wiled into something new, about temptresses caught in netting and sharks beached on the shore.
My kids came home one day and told me those stories. We then ate our packaged meals imported from third world countries and pretended that nothing was wrong. Only the fish were in trouble, and lord knows we stopped owing our existence to them a long time ago. We weren't there anymore, so we'd be okay. We'd be fine.
You'll be fine, they said.
I miss when bread was given and love was shared. I miss the sea and the seagulls never had to. No insurance, tax, bills, interest, what have you. Back when villages were just a collection of families and back when we were just having fun in our oceans. People joke about running into the woods and never coming back a whole lot, but my biggest regret was never actually doing it. I'd kill to bake bread by hand. But the office job called, and my kids' school needed another member of the PTA, and my wife couldn't lose her husband.
And I stayed. And, oh, how I wish I hadn't.
The gulls are learning something similar. They went from fishing to preying on our chips on the pier, then they started fighting feral cats for food, and soon they'll be existing just as we did, suits and ties and all. That could be a delusion, but it'd be funny though. Like us demons looking at angels about to fall. Gulls have always been destined to go to hell. The lot of them, I'd say, belong in the ninth circle.
I wanted to be cremated before this whole climate fiasco, which is kind of ironic since I'm ragging on the folks who caused climate change. But then I turned around one day and I put my foot down, firmly told myself no, and insisted on a burial in my will and to every person in my life. Can't have fire, that's not environmentally friendly. I need to go to into the earth to save the trees and breed new life because that's my responsibility as a guy working a nine to five at a corner shop, I suppose.
I couldn't even die the way that I wanted to because I was so scared that I would ruin my children's future. It didn't matter. Not to them. It never mattered to them.
I did my bit, I suppose. I lived a little, as all people should, and then I died, as all people must. It would have been nicer to have a heart attack than to burn to death in a forest fire, and it would have been nice for my children to have a good future, but it was never our fault.
We tried. We tried so damn hard. I'm sorry that it's hard to make a dent in the world we lived in, but we tried.
I hope your coffin is comfy, at least, and I hope your life was full of wonder while you had the chance to experience it.
We were the last humans left, and now the gulls will take our place. We should change the subject now.
If only.
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mudricky · 13 days
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Renfrewshire’s Big Spring Clean community litterpick to take place throughout March and April
Renfrewshire’s Big Spring Clean is back for another year, with litter picks set to take place throughout March and April. Continue reading Renfrewshire’s Big Spring Clean community litterpick to take place throughout March and April
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I always find it interesting when I see folks in the notes of voting critical posts be like 'well what do you want us to do? What's the alternative?' cause like... people have been telling you for years what else you can do. It's not their fault you haven't been listening.
Go on to any Palestinian's blog and they'll likely have reblogged or posted a whole bunch of stuff about BDS, or Palestine Action, or esims. Go to any anarchist blog and they're likely to have reblogged or posted praxis you can do: @hater-of-terfs has an entire #practical tag. Or look up your own area: any local groups you could join, Food Not Bombs, antifa, foodbank, fucking litterpicking idk. Write to prisoners, or provide other such jail support. Cover over fascist stickers.
Like, if you reflect on your own situation and realise you're limited in one area or one topic, go see what else is available. All liberation is connected. Some less directly than others, sure, but come on folks.
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annedraper · 2 months
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Wellbeing, Hogmanay, Gaming, Oppenheimer, Broadoak Folk, Repair Cafe and Great Winter Get Together, Tenby Community Forum (for groups), Litterpick, Steampunk workshop, Poetry, Variety Show entries, and recipes wanted!
Lots of things happening in January! Wellbeing for Carers This is a regular group on Fridays from now until the end of March. Each Friday at Augustus Place Community Hall from 11am you can go along and try some relaxation, gentle exercise, a healthy lunch and a different topic each week- on Jan 12th it is ‘Balancing rest work and play’. This group is free and is aimed at unpaid carers, but the…
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frimleyblogger · 3 months
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Sporting Event Of The Week (33)
Britain wins the world #litterpicking championship #spoGomi
This one sneaked under my radar screen for a while but Britain’s successes are so few and far between these days that it is worth shouting out from the rooftops that we won the inaugural SpoGomi World Cup in Japan last month. Leaving aside the travel arrangements that brought teams from 21 countries to Japan to compete, there is a noble environmental purpose to the competition. Teams of three…
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igatherthedead · 2 years
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🐍How to properly collect a Snake specimen on the hottest day of the year: . . Step one : locate sweet, sad, run-over baby garter snake . . Step two : locate plastic bag on the ground in the same parking lot. Inspect for grossness, wash if needed, reuse if you can 👍 . . Step three: place tiny snake into large reclaimed plastic bag 🐍 . . Step four : feel good about cleaning up garbage & a little sad about finding snake bones . . Step five : melt a little due to heat & stick your feet in the river . . . . . . . . . . #vultureculture #bonecollecting #deadthings #igatherthedead #snakebones #deadwhenwemet #skullsandbones #bonecleaning #packitinpackitout #litterpicking #reducereuserecycle #death https://www.instagram.com/p/CfoqTwcrTpw/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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newswireml · 1 year
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Litter-picking eco dog Trinny cleans up park in Clydebank#Litterpicking #eco #dog #Trinny #cleans #park #Clydebank
A Border Collie called Trinny is helping clear litter while out on walks in her local park in Clydebank. The five-year-old pet picks up rubbish she finds on the ground and deposits it in the nearest bin. Her owner Alanna Jackson said she only needed a little bit of training and it’s now a game for the clever canine. She is hoping Trinny’s example will encourage more people to keep their local…
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s1ck-b1tch-2 · 1 year
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Thursday night I was burning, and my candle got too short and burned by fingers. I’m worried I’ll get caught. I think I’ll bandage them and claim it’s from my recent injury. I was litterpicking for school and had a glass bottle explode on me, so I already have a ton of bandages.
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