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She listens to me patiently
But never judges what I do or say
She helped with all my problems
And never went away
I am thankful for that friend of mine
Our friendship will never end
And she will always be there
For she is my best friend
One of my favorite print photos, this cropped "photographed" picture shows a bit of reduced aperture technique to put my good friend Ramsey Messieh in focus, while the background is blurred.
In January 1990, Ramsey and I and another friend went on a "Spring Break" style vacation to Key West, Florida, USA. It's one of my favorite vacation memories.
The lovely Aloisia-W came by today to visit me and our cats. And of course a little photo-shoot was in order. We had a lovely afternoon and we all made new friends!
A friend of mine. Don't mind - personal use.
For a bit of fun: anyone up for guessing what he is saying?
My slightly lop-sided fukura suzume. I'm still proud of it because it's my second time tying it on another person, and I did it from memory!! :D
A big shout out and thanks to this very willing friend, for giving permission to post this, and for supplying the title.
He might just be the next Oakley sunglass model...work it baby!
Hope everyone had a great weekend and will catchup with your streams a demaine
I was trying to organize my old pictures and I found this series I did when I was in Paris.
So this is my friend Hermosdef
He introduced me to some cool people in Paris.
Thanks Mr S. catcher.
:)
He's a member of the Organic Soul Crew
My neighbor died this morning. Her best friend just came over to tell me. Catherine fought lymphoma for more than 14 years. And when I say fought, I mean fought. She would lose her hair from the chemo, grow it back, lose it again, grow it back. You could not talk about her without using hardware analogies...."Sharp as a tack." "Tough as nails." Although she was in her 70s, she still got up on the roof to clean her own gutters. She owned what seemed like half of the apartments and houses in our town, and maintained an extensive list of repairmen. If she couldn't fix it herself, she knew someone who could. She knew everyone.
When she was 16, she decided she wanted to be a millionaire when she grew up. She liked to say, "Then I made my first million. And I thought, that wasn't so hard!" Even with her money, she still drove the most beat-up rattletrap station wagon, the taillight held on by red tape. She liked to laugh about the time that someone at her church tried to give her some donated clothes, thinking she couldn't afford to buy anything new.
She was the best kind of neighbor to have. She was there for you when you needed it, but kept to herself otherwise. She'd watch our house when we were out of town. She never criticized our half-assed remodeling job or our dead landscaping, just offered the phone numbers of contractors. And then only if I asked.
A few months ago her health started to deteriorate. She moved into this bedroom because it was more accessible. I could see the light from my living room, through the pine trees. If the light stayed on late into the night, I knew she was having a rough time. I took this picture in April but didn't post it, hoping that she might beat back her nemesis just once more.
Her friend told me that on Monday, they went out for a drive and some lunch. Catherine was so happy to get out, and seemed to be rallying after a recent blood transfusion. Then yesterday she went into a coma, and stayed that way until this morning.
I'd been thinking lately that I'd let a few weeks go by without going over to see her. I should bake her another lasagna, or get one of her favorite take-out pizzas. Now she's gone.
There was panic at the Patrol Base shortly before this was taken: the dog was missing and soldiers feared that visitors from another PB had "dognapped" him in their Mastiff (!) armoured vehicle. There was a search.. and he was found. Relief all round as above!
Vintage Licca and her best friend Harumi from early to mid 70's. They're from the 2nd generation of Licca dolls. Indoors pic, sorry the lightning isn't so good.
I got both dolls in a single Yahoo!Japan auction. They're wearing original 2nd gen dresses (I need to wash them, there's a spot on Licca's dress and on Harumi's, too ^^).
Vintage Licca dolls are very precious and sweet and I don't mind they're seldom in perfect condition, in fact I love them more when they need some repairing and it's a joy fixing, cleaning and restyling them. It makes them unique, they've been given a new life and a new home. It's fascinating to think they once belonged to a little girl in Japan. When she outgrew them, the dolls could start another exciting journey with a new owner on the other side of the globe.
I was lucky, though, as these two are in very, very good condition! Licca's new 'do (the previous owner cut the hair) is nice and soft as if the doll was completely new and Harumi's curls are a tad dry in the top layer but still silky and soft underneath. Her hairdo still holds beautifully.
Thế gian bụi mù, nhưng thế gian luôn lấp lánh, và bầu trời thì đêm đêm luôn lung linh những giấc mơ tượng hình..
..những giấc mơ ấy chính là những chấm sao li ti.
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đôi mắt ấy..
đôi mắt của những người đếm sao..
con người đã lớn lên..
...và đánh mất nó như thế nào?
Cùng bé lại một lần, và nhận ra rằng, mình đã lớn lên nhiều lắm.
Meine Freundin wird heute in Afrika auf diesem Friedhof beerdigt. Nachdem ich auf die Schnelle nicht hinfliegen konnte, möchte ich auf diese Art dabei sein......
The funeral of my friend will be here at this cemetery in Africa today. I couldn`t manage a quick flight to be with her, so this is my only way to be there......