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I miss him so much that it hurts.
It’s only 1 month since daddy left us, but it feels like he has been gone for a year. I think about daddy every day, all the fun moments we had. I don’t know why daddy is gone, mom says it’s complicated and when daddy calls me we don’t talk about it. I can’t remember exactly where he is, but I know it’s 15.000 miles from here. I can’t wait to see him again and give him a big hug, but I have to wait for long time. When I’m crying mommy says that daddy will be home soon and everything is okay. But I don’t believe her. There are a lot of people who think that my dad can be evil sometimes, but that’s because he’s in pain. Mommy has told me a lot of times that daddy’s leg really hurts. I just think my daddy is cool. Because every time I fall and hurt my leg I start cry, but I have never seen daddy cry. Last time I saw daddy was in the airport, he gave me a hug and promised that he would come back. I’ve never cried that much before. Now I just hope that daddy will come home soon. The best thing about daddy is that he’s funny. He can always make me laugh and forget about the troubles. I hope I can go visit him soon… It’s hard to think that there’s 5 months left. Because I miss him so much that it hurts.
Michael Lloyd Johnson and his entire family went missing in 1974. Actual DOB: January 27, 1974. Visit: hot-on-the-trail-at.blog-city.com/were_you_abducted_as_a_...
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This is a replacement marker called "Reiter" ("rider" or "tab") in German indicating a missing book in the vaults of the Frankfurt am Main archive of the German National Library. It concerns registered book no. 239 of the year 1947. I think that the upper note indicates that this was recorded as the 8th discovered absence in the year 2007, or maybe the 7th discovered absence in the year 2008.
Archiv der Deutschen Nationalbibliothek, Frankfurt am Main
Original file posted in full resolution as taken, straight out of the camera (SOOC), no post-processing whatsoever.
This is also an excellent example of the great performance of the original Canon lens EF 24-70mm f/2.8 L USM, even under low and unfavorable lighting conditions.
08/07
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Loseblatt
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The meaning of the items on this special Missing Man Table.
The table is round -- to show our everlasting concern for our missing men.
The tablecloth is white -- symbolizing the purity of their motives when answering the call to duty.
The single red rose, displayed in a vase, reminds us of the life of each of the missing, and their loved ones, and friends of these Americans who keep the faith, awaiting answers.
The vase is tied with a red ribbon, symbol of our continued determination to account for our missing.
The Solitary Candle -- represents "The upward reach of their unconquerable spirit".
A slice of lemon on the bread plate is to remind us of the bitter fate of those captured and missing in a foreign land.
A pinch of salt symbolizes the tears endured by those missing and their families who seek answers.
The Bible represents the strength gained through faith to sustain those lost from our country, founded as "One Nation Under God".
The chairs are empty -- they are missing.
The glass is inverted -- to symbolize their inability to share this evening's [morning's/day's] toast.
Seen in a restaurant in Burnet, Texas.
Another shot from a photocall for 'Missing' by Gecko Theatre at The Pleasance earlier today.
You can see another shot from the show, here:
www.flickr.com/photos/kennymathieson/9489238246/
You can find out more about the show (and book tickets) here:
www.pleasance.co.uk/edinburgh/events/missing
My thanks are due to Alex from The Pleasance Press Office and Rosalind Wynn, Producer of "Missing"
I am already missing the lovely colors of Fall. This was taken the same day of the "50 mm" challenge that I mentioned a few days ago.
Photo taken in Sandy Springs, GA
Missing the whole chain in fact. Snapped my chain 15 miles from home. Opened bar bag to find chain tool and spare links had been left on the workbench...! Record 10 sp with about 1000 miles use. Might now consider return to 8 sp cassette...?
"He was last seen on Thursday, January 27th wandering the streets of Toronto.
He is black and white and is wearing a backpack and boots.
If you have seen him, or have any information as to his whereabouts please contact: help@whereislepos.com"
Sometimes limitations are all in your mind. Missing Links visualizes 16 musicians who, despite missing fingers or hands, have overcome their disabilities and continue to make music.
This poster lists which bands the artists are members of (if any), what instruments they play, and how they lost their digits. Also included are two honorable mentions with paralyzed fingers.
I know this one's already been done but it's just too easy to pass up.
As I was uploading this photo, my telephone rang. And it was the pizza place I ordered this from and they were conducting a survey. "What did you think of the pizza?", "Are the prices reasonable?", etc, etc. It's the first time they've ever done this and I just thought the timing was really interesting.
I found this tacked on the bulletin board at work this morning. At first, I thought it was hilarious, that maybe a college kid posted it for a joke. Then a coworker told me that she talked with the person who had put it up -- a mother for her 3 yr. old son. He honestly believes A.J. has run away because of the s'mores incident. It is still funny (especially the photo caption), but in a heartbreaking way.
WAH this picture sucks basically becase of the lighting or lack thereof.
Theme Celebrate the mundane.
Brisbane was over 30 today and there isn't anything much more mundane than an electric fan. This one is 'On'', as you can see by the buttons. The blades are literally "missing in action."
Theme Celebrating the Mundane
"365: the 2017 edition","365:2017","Day 78/365","19-Mar-17
One of the park rangers was searching the lake for a missing gentleman. He asked what I was taking the pictures for, and I said he was the most beautiful thing I'd seen all day. I got a smile out of it.
Great Blue at Wako
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having a not soo happy day...having da blues...this is dedicated 2 sis, it's been 4 yrs & 7 months since she has journed 2 the next world....2day as alway's i miss my special angel....i miss u Audrey.
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* i miss you * ~ song lyrics by Blink182
www.youtube.com/watch?v=iYEM68HIm0Y
(I miss you miss you)
Hello there the angel from my nightmare
The shadow in backround of the morgue
The unsespecting victim of darkness in the valley
We can live like Jack and Sally if we want
Where you can always find me
And we'll have Halloween on Christmas
And in the night we'll wish this never ends
We'll wish this never end
Where are you and I'm so sorry
I cannot sleep I cannot dream tonight
I need somebody and always
This sick strange darkness comes creeping on so haunting everytime
And as I stared I counted the webs from all the spiders
catching things and eating their insides
Like indecision to call you
And hear your voice of treason
Will you come home and stop this pain tonight
stop this pain tonight
Don't waste your time on me your already the voice inside my head(6x)
I miss you miss you(6x)
My World vision
-Around The World-
SPAIN
Madrid
-Street Photography-
"Missing you"
Había estado con demasiadas mujeres en su vida, nunca hubo ni tubo nada serio. Después de hacer el amor siempre se había marchado rápido, muy rápido, demasiado. Huía de esas mujeres que para él eran un tanto extrañas, frías, vacías, amores de barra, de cubata y cocaína. Jamás se le pasó por la cabeza quedarse a dormir con ninguna de ellas. La habitación siempre apestaba a humo de cigarrillos rubios, alcohol de garrafa, sábanas sin cambiar y sexo sucio en todos los rincones, en todos los sentidos. Solo pensaba en escapar de allí cuanto antes, lo antes posible, nunca les hizo daño, las trató con respeto y se despidió de ellas como un señor, como un verdadero caballero, con un beso y un adiós, un adiós hasta luego pero sobre todo con un adiós sin ganas de volver, de no volver a hacerlo.
Ahora, con ella, todo era distinto...
La conoció una mañana en Malasaña, iba muy guapa así, sin pintar, fresca, con ropa cómoda y despreocupada, se acababa de levantar y caminaba por Velarde con mucha calma, sus movimientos eran elegantes e iba envuelta en el olor a pan recién hecho que salía de su bolsa ecológica y que hacía un momento había adquirido en la tienda de Angelito, el panadero. Un café en casa de Pepe Botella y unas caricias a su perro "Pizcas" hicieron que se conocieran y hablaran sin recelo. Luego todo fluyó solo, de día, lento y pausado, sin situaciones incómodas, fresco y sincero, desde el corazón, desde dentro, debió ser amor del bueno. El Dos de Mayo los abrazó y se besaron al sol, fueron besos sin tiempo, con sabor a ropa limpia y a Madrid sin prisa. Era puro amor y puro deseo. Al unirlo lo convirtieron en el mejor sexo, en sexo salvaje, sexo sin camas, sexo en el suelo.
Ahora, él, después de hacer el amor sabía con certeza que venía lo mejor. La abrazaba con fuerza y delicadeza, lo hacía todo a la vez, la besaba en el cuello, en la espalda, en el pecho, subía y bajaba, se enredaba en su pelo, la acariciaba. Ya no huía..., tampoco dormía, al menos no mucho, no dormía demasiado. Se quedaba en la cama, ya no se marchaba, a veces no se movía nada en absoluto y la observaba mientras ella dormía dulce y tranquila, otras se movía demasiado, no podía aguantar sus ganas..., era tan bonito estar despierto y sentir sus labios, sus caricias, sus besos. La brisa entraba por las ventanas ligeramente abiertas, movía las cortinas blancas y ahí abajo, a tan solo dos metros y medio, bullía Malasaña.
Había estado con demasiadas mujeres en su vida pero siempre había estado huyendo.
Ahora todo era distinto...
My World Vision:
Del amor por la mañana...
Un amor bonito y discreto, un amor verdadero.
Un amor en Malasaña.
Carlos Infante Luna.
*PLEASE READ: My marine finally started his classes last week, finally!! he ordered and had delivered a unbeleiveablly beautiful boquet of pink flowers for me!! :). We had our 1 year and 5 months anniversary on the 6th :) Everything has been great, we just miss eachother tons. Its been a month since I've seen him..3 more months to go.
Summer song - James Yorkston & The Athletes
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