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My Remembrance Day thoughts:
This is the Bruce Park Cenotaph which was erected in 1956 in Winnipeg, Manitoba. It stands tall, a clear reminder to everyone who passes by, to never forget our veterans. As symbols of remembrance, we Canadians wear red poppies on our lapels throughout November. These very poppies find themselves on this cenotaph not just in November, not just on Remembrance Day, but year-round, just as the veterans worked tirelessly, year-round for our freedom. I am privileged to live in a free country and have only to thank those who gave of themselves, sometimes with their very lives for our freedom.
I wear my poppy proudly and this year I will place it on this very cenotaph as a symbol of my gratitude.
Lest We Forget.
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I have worked with Forget Paris and few time and I have to say it never gets old. They are working really hard to get their first full length out by June 12th. Needless to say that didn't leave us any time to scout locations for this shoot. And at 10pm I packed up my truck and headed to Tyler and Mikey's for a late night shoot with the guys.
Their new CD sounds amazing and everyone should check them out.
1. Taking pictures a tool (camera), not a photographer.
2. The choice of tool limits the possibilities.
3. Experience allows him (instrument) less and less to limit their capabilities.
4. The ability to see is given only when the observer allows ...
5. The moment of observation is the real find ...
6. Training and mastering it defies. Training leads to poor imitations of the original.
7. Often the result should ripen, like wine. Although time is the understanding of the mind, therefore it is very speculative.
8. The meaning of all this is the process!
9. Let it be!
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Mt. Forgotten looms large in the foreground as Glacier Peak dominates the background. A northerly view of the snow covered Cascades from Mt. Forgotten Meadows.
Forget Me Not.
The choice was once
your choosing,
before losing
became my loss.
I was there in
your forgetting-
until I was forgot.
- Lang Leav
In my inworld profile, I concluded myself : "I'm so many things to different people, but I consider myself a pixel poet, a gardener."
In my little garden, I have grown different plants: little poppies, daisies, roses, lavenders, forget-me-not, just to name a few.
At the beginning, I planted alone. After a while, some people walked past my garden and saw the beautiful flowers. Most were kind to compliment how beautiful they are, very few would stay and ask if we could grow a plant together. Usually I would politely refuse. I know gardening is not for everyone. It takes lots of patience, love, cooperation and communication. Many people want the beautiful flowers only, not the difficult process to achieve the beauty.
Now and then I would agree to try when I see people showing initiative and interest. At first, they visited the garden regularly. We chatted, we shared love with the flowers.
After a while, their lives got busy. Some would kindly tell you that they can't continue cos they have other things to do. I thanked them for the participation, and let them go. I took care of their flowers.
Some just didn't show up without a word. I was upset, yet, I let them go too. We know gardening is not for everyone, right? So, I looked after their flowers.
A few of them showed up now and then. But everytime they were in the garden, they were being absent-minded. They watered the wrong flowers. We know gardening is not for everyone, right? After a few times, I asked if they would like to continue planting. They smiled and said yes. But then, they started to show up at the garden less and less. Sometimes I had to call them and see if they still wanted to grow the flowers. It would be okay if they were not available. They insisted yes.
Two weeks, three weeks, four weeks passed. There was once I went out for more fertilizers. I walked past the garden not far from mine. A face looked familiar to me. Oh, him. I remembered that he worked there for sometime. But the owner of the garden was on business, so he was looking for something to do to kill time. He saw my flowers so nice, so decided to garden at my place. I wondered if he would have enough time to manage the flowers here and there. He said not sure but he would like to try.
He was happily excitedly chatting with the owner while removing the weeds. I looked at them for a bit, didn't say a word, then I left.
I stared at the flowers we grew and all other flowers in the garden. Sorrow surged. I cried under a big sunflower. The flowers were abandoned.
The next day, my friends came. They visited regularly to water our flowers as usual. They saw me sleeping under the big sunflower. They cried. "Why wastes your soul on flowers that were discarded? They were meant to be grown together with other gardeners." Without an hour, they threw away all those flowers that were no longer wanted.
The garden became empty but came with some freshness. "We are not the best gardeners, but we knew that only when we have the willingness to do it together, there is a chance to keep them growing."
macro close up of Very small Forget me not flowers. Hi speed sync flash shot with wide aperture against strong sunlight direction.
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Never Forget!
Isart unter der Brudermühlbrücke - ich war mit meinem Projektionsradl da und durfte auf die neuen Graffiti Bilder projizieren.
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Most of us have so much to be thankful for and in order to remember this, we need to also remember the reason we can be thankful. So many men and women have died (or suffered major injury, both mental and physical) in SO MANY WARS, so that the rest of us can live in peace, in freedom. So many people will continue to lose their life, fighting for this freedom. I thank them all, and their families, who willingly pay the price in all sorts of ways. They deserve our thanks, not just on November 11th each year, but each and every day.
"Remembrance Day is observed on 11 November to recall the official end of World War I on that date in 1918, as the major hostilities of World War I were formally ended "at the 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month" of 1918 with the German signing of the Armistice.
The day was specifically dedicated by King George V, on 7 November 1919, to the observance of members of the armed forces who were killed during World War I.
The red poppy has become a familiar emblem of Remembrance Day due to the poem In Flanders Fields. These poppies bloomed across some of the worst battlefields of Flanders in World War I, their brilliant red colour an appropriate symbol for the blood spilt in the war."
Macro study of some beautiful forget-me-nots. Photo taken in early May in Barnet,
Hertfordshire, UK in May 2014.
This shot is particularly dear to me for many reasons. Mainly because it was quite difficult to take it the way I wanted to. I often try to give a "painting-like" feeling to my shots working exclusively in camera, without adding PP and I think this is my best result so far.
It is a 1:1 macro taken with my EOS500D and my best lens, the mighty (for my budget) Canon EF 100mm L IS USM, at 1/80 sec f/3.5, ISO 100, with my homemade flash diffuser put on a 270 EX.
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Never Forget!
Isart unter der Brudermühlbrücke - ich war mit meinem Projektionsradl da und durfte auf die neuen Graffiti Bilder projizieren.
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Demi Lovato- Don't Forget
Did you forget
That I was even alive?
Did you forget
Everything we ever had?
Did you forget?
Did you forget about me?
Did you regret
(Did you regret)
Ever standing by my side?
Did you forget
(Did you forget)
What we were feeling inside?
Now I'm left
To forget about us
But somewhere we went wrong
We were once so strong
Our love is like a song
You can't forget it
So now I guess
This is where we have to stand
Did you regret
Ever holding my hand?
Never again
Please don't forget
Don't forget
We had it all
We were just about to fall
Even more in love
Than we were before
I won't forget
I won't forget about us
But somewhere we went wrong
We were once so strong
Our love is like a song
You can't forget it
Somewhere we went wrong
We were once so strong
Our love is like a song
You can't forget it at all
And at last
All the pictures have been burned
And all the past
Is just a lesson that we've learned
I won't forget
Please don't forget us
Somewhere we went wrong
Our love is like a song
But you won't sing along
You've forgotten about us
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As of today, the music video for 'Forget' by René van Munster can be seen online. The track is part of the eponymous EP released in February.
This EP is the first collection of tracks showcasing René’s exploration into his dreamt-up computer-sequenced cello sound. The EP growls, screeches and sings like an acoustic instrument while the electronics launch you in a gigantic cello into outer space, flying through cosmic clouds of rosin, resonating with strings from other planets along the way.
The videoclip was shot by filmmaker Paul Bezuijen on location in Midden-Groningen (the Netherlands). The static pattern of a cultivated forest functions as a visualized memory grid. In this surreal world filled with everyday objects, dancer Quentin Roger is seemingly confronted with memories and ghosts from the past. Through expressive motion Quentin heightens the urgency and drive of the electronically manipulated cello music.
Forget Me Not (Myosotis arvensis) flowers
The Wikipedia entry for Myosotis arvensis tells us that:
Myosotis have 5-merous actinomorphic flowers with 5 sepals and petals. Flowers are typically 1 cm diameter (or less), flat, and blue, pink, white or yellow with yellow centres, growing on scorpioid cymes. They may be annual or perennial with alternate leaves. They typically flower in spring or soon after snow-melt in alpine eco-systems. Their root systems are generally diffuse.
Their seeds are found in small, tulip-shaped pods along the stem to the flower. The pods attach to clothing when brushed against and eventually fall off, leaving the small seed within the pod to germinate elsewhere. Seeds can be collected by putting a piece of paper under the stems and shaking the seed pods and some seeds will fall out.
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Forget me not, wherever your life takes you to, whenever we meet again, we can be lucky to say we always have yesterday~
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