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Shortly after sunset one day last week, a maintenance worker on the third level of a silo housing a 103-ft. Titan II intercontinental ballistic missile near Damascus, in the Arkansas hills north of Little Rock, dropped the socket of a wrench. The 3-lb. tool plummeted 70 ft. and punctured a fuel tank. As flammable vapors escaped, officials urged the 1,400 people living in a five-mile radius of the silo to flee. The instructions: "Don't take time to close your doors-just...
...while wearing goggles. Says Photographer Bill Pierce, who surveyed toxic dumps in New Jersey, as well as farms and woodlands that hide chemical waste sites: "Hazardous waste does not always look ugly. Quite often these dumps are neat rows of beautifully colored drums shining against a gorgeous, air-pollution sunset. We found too that some of the most photogenic slime was harmless. We had to get precise shots of the right slime...
East Germany keeps its citizens well back from the fence. Those permitted to live within three miles of the frontier must have special permits. These are mostly farmers, who work their fields from one hour after sunrise to one hour before sunset, usually under armed guard and sometimes with other guards guarding the guards to discourage escape attempts...
While the appropriate stitching was begun in the late 1960s, Davies and the Kinks (including his brother Dave on lead guitar) turned to more reflective projects that became overly elaborate. In his patented style of calculated offhandedness, Davies set to musing on that S.R.O. spectacle, the sunset of the British Empire. This is the longest twilight in recorded history, and Davies caught a little of its irony and much of the social contradiction and poignancy in songs like Muswell Hillbilly and Victoria, which voiced such self-mocking nostalgia as "Long ago life was clean/ Sex was bad and obscene...
...longer in print, a sad situation that his own book may help remedy. A single passage by Evelyn Waugh in Labels is more than enough to justify all that roaming around that so many did: "I do not think I shall ever forget the sight of Etna at sunset; the mountain almost invisible in a blur of pastel grey, glowing on the top and then repeating its shape, as though reflected, in a wisp of grey smoke with the whole horizon behind radiant with pink light, fading gently into a grey pastel sky. Nothing I have seen...