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Well, this is my attempt at a 365. This is a huge challenge for me because I have thought I was going to do this many times and the forever procrastinative, "just never took the days picture", kept happening. blah blah blah.
This was the perfect picture to start my 365 day journey/challenge. I say this for many reasons. One being, the Native American Flute (proper name?) I am "playing" reminds me of Shannon. I actually bought it because I have recently been creatively fueled by her existence in my life. I was in Kansas City for a concert and walked through the City Market and bought this from a beautifully tan man of Indian Heritage. I have strong Indian Heritage of the Native American sense, but I am white! It's February and I look as though I live on the North Pole. I digress.
In 2006, I joined a band, The Transfers. Shannon was one of the members of this band. We all brought lyrics and music to the table and one of my songs we played as a band was called Native. It is deeply personal to me because of the fact that my late grandfather, George Vaughn Nichols, was 25% Native American. I've always felt this sad connection when I see photographs of Natives who appear defeated, withdrawn and heartbroken. And yet, the same grandfather I speak of, fought for my freedom in World War II. The rest of his life, including lost years, suffered. He never complained. Not until those last dying days of his life, and his complaints were merely plees to be released from the chains of physical existence. But the song is the reality that "I am one of them", "We are one of them". "Them" being both parties in the event of who "we" are, the natives of the western world. And now, our country fights to keep "immigrants" out.
In my Native song, Shannon played a similair flute as this. I had bought it at the Native American Festival at The Casements of Ormond Beach, FL in 2005.
Even clowns can feel sorrow
Happy halloween 2020!
Taken at Sunny's
pose: Don't forget to play, vol 1
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“She was a genius of sadness, immersing herself in it, separating its numerous strands, appreciating its subtle nuances. She was a prism through which sadness could be divided into its infinite spectrum.”
― Jonathan Safran Foer, Everything Is Illuminated
Soundtrack : www.youtube.com/watch?v=3gydcChFnzQ
INNER DEMONS - JULIA BRENNAN
I try to always choose a different song each time, but although I've used this one before, it just fit somehow better than any other to describe my feelings in this moment …
Seems a long, long way back to you
I don't know if I can spare the time
am I better off leaving you
where you are knowing you'll be fine
you left me remember that
and I just didn't have the fight
left in me to call you back
seems it happened as often as the night
eyes like blueberries
lips like red cherries
words that could sting my ears and my eyes
warm as the Summer
cold as the Winter
emotions that could ring in my ears; make me cry
I am strung out; my soul seems to twist and to turn
your words and your actions make my heart burn
how can you say that you love me so much
when you hurt me; deprive me of your tender touch
alone in your torment; you want me to fall
you fill up my senses; you make me your all
I am ruined for anyone else
I am steering a course to a world I once felt
dreams come to me; they flood my mind
I thought that you were one of a kind
exhausted I lay and I pray for release
of this prison you made me; the sheets that you creased
mock me and mimic my cries; I fall back
drained of the energy; courage I lack
thoughts of you make me so weak
scent of you tainted now; havoc you wreak
why can't you leave me alone
you left me begging to bring you back home
can't live without you; can't seem to die
these feelings that clout me and cloud up my eyes
I crave you; the brave you; the one who got out
my soul and my heart skipped a beat so devout
in praise of your being; in love with your bones
so deep is this feeling that won't leave me alone
Dante's Inferno burns my fevered brow
a travesty; tragedy; I feel the heat now
licking and curling these pitiful pages
yellowing; make brittle the words that take ages
to write and then later they don't mean a thing
if you can still leave me on a tightrope of string
so narrow and pointless; my world seems to shrink
a life time without you; a life time to think
if only I could be at rest
I'm striving to do it; to be whole; the best
but still in my heart I feel you
and still in my soul I am torn right in two
writhing; surviving; damaged by love
you ripped something from me
can't find it here or above
pushing and shoving I try to control
the endless beginnings; the endings; the toll
it takes me further away from you
I can hardly make the night through
even my dreams; perpetual in motion
find no remedy; no magic potion
still I awake in the cold light of morning
realise you're not here; once again I start mourning
yet what is the use of grieving
it won't bring you back to the land of the living
I place fresh flowers by the smooth marble stone
that marks where you lay; the wind sets the tone
cold and relentless it whips at my face
how I wish you were standing here in my place
I gave everything up for you
yet still you left me broken in two
my tears water the flowers
I kneel; pray for the hours
to pass gently and swiftly until I reach the day
when I can rejoin you
until then I remember true
the plans that we made
if only you'd stayed
I promise I will carry on
just as you wanted; I'll sing our life song
do all the things that we wanted to do
try not to cry when all I wanted was you
goodbye my sweetheart; goodbye ...
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This iconic County Park is adjacent to Whitefish Dunes State Park. It consists of 19 acres of land that has become one of the favorite points of interest in Door County. The waves have been carving the caves/rocks for centuries. The Waves can easily reach heights of over 30 ft. high making this a remarkable place to visit any time of the year.
I think my favorite time of the year is Winter the ice formations are spectacular - though one must use extreme caution a slip could /would lead to severe injury or death with little to no way out from the rocks and cold water below.
In summer when water levels are high many come here to jump off the cliffs into still frigid waters.
IT is invigorating (and YES I have made that jump in the summer) :)
NOTE: A very sad notation ...a photographer from my area was here at this location on Sunday and slipped and fell. The police found is car in the parking lot along with some of his gear on the edge My heart is breaking and it is a reminder that we love the places we go ,,,, but it comes with danger and we need to know our surroundings and and not push ourselves just to get the shot we want.
Although we will never know the full situation or circumstances an accident is just that an accident but it still leaves me heartbroken.
Be safe out there wherever you are!!
Today started out alright enough, until I got some crushing news. I feel heartbroken for the people closest to me right now.
Because tomorrow is Thanksgiving, I'll go ahead and say what I am thankful for.
I am thankful for the ability to create. I'm so thankful that I have an outlet that helps get me through these hard times where I otherwise wouldn't know how to cope or where to turn.
And I am grateful for those of you who are continuously incredibly supportive. It means so much to me.
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A different version of that mythological tale.
One day Narcissus was walking in the woods when Echo, an Oread (mountain nymph) saw him, fell deeply in love, and followed him.
Narcissus sensed he was being followed and shouted "Who's there?".
Echo repeated "Who's there?"
She eventually revealed her identity and attempted to embrace him.
He stepped away and told her to leave him alone.
She was heartbroken and spent the rest of her life in lonely glens until nothing but an echo sound remained of her.
Nemesis, the goddess of revenge, noticed this behaviour after learning the story and decided to punish Narcissus.
Once, during the summer, he was getting thirsty after hunting, and the goddess lured him to a pool where he leaned upon the water and saw himself in the bloom of youth.
Narcissus did not realise it was merely his own reflection and fell deeply in love with it, as if it was somebody else.
Unable to leave the allure of his image, he eventually realised that his love could not be reciprocated and he melted away from the fire of passion burning inside him, eventually turning into a gold, yellow and white flower.
Thank you, M, (*_*)
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Tore my heart apart ◊
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Tonight's Sunset at Cleadon Windmill.
The ruined windmill on the hills was constructed in the 1820s. The mill is built on the highest part of Cleadon Hills on a slight artificial mound. The building incorporates a stone reefing stage, a feature that was peculiar to windmills in the area.
The mill was severely damaged in a storm at some time during the 1870s, and then suffered the indignity of being a target for gunnery practice during the First World War. A photograph dating from the 1920s shows the rotating cap and the windshaft more or less intact but without the sails, which were presumably destroyed during the storm that put the mill out of business. Nowadays the entrances to the mill are barred and locked, the remains of internal machinery that were visible in the mill during the 1970s are now gone, although broken fragments of a millstone remain.
A local legend relates the story of Elizabeth Gibbon, a heartbroken woman who threw herself from the top of the mill tower and whose ghost apparently haunts the ruin of the mill to this day. The windmill was operated by the Gibbon family at the time the storm took place, which lends some weight to the tale of Elizabeth's suicide.
time after time, I finally just end up being another heartbroken youngster.
"plus ça change, plus c'est la même chose."
I was heartbroken to find this rare for me bird ... an Eastern Kingbird way out in the middle of a field of Florida White Clover during Spring migration. I was so excited to have found it by myself after only a couple of eBird posts about it. But ... I could not for the life of me get a focus from my camera. In hindsight, I don't know if there was something on my lens that I was unaware? Anyway, I knew it was happening and panic set in as this was only a brief encounter with a tired old broad. So ... I'm humbled to share this not very good shot, but painted gloriously of this great bird for me!
PS. I just changed this from Gray Kingbird to Eastern Kingbird after more research. I think this might be a life bird for me! WooHoo, thank you Jesus!
PPS: SECOND TIME AROUND: June 2023 I'm not Wes Iverson ( www.flickr.com/photos/62425933@N04/52975731819/in/feed-62... ) who posted this wonderful shot today, but this was a life bird for me THIS day, sick old broad, all alone and doing the best I can! WooHoo, thank You again, Jesus. Eastern Kingbird the first day I ever saw one! So I can remember ...
It's been a long time since I came around
Been a long time but I'm back in town
This time I'm not leaving without you
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Striped Kukri Snake (Oligodon octolineatus) - Malua Forest Reserve, Malaysia
A beautiful snake which I had been hoping to see during my time in Borneo. I was somewhat heartbroken when I came across my first one freshly dead on a road in Danum Valley, a few days later in Malua, I came across another one which was alive! At first I thought it might be a coral snake (Calliophis sp.) but I quickly determined it was a kukri snake. Thinking I had nothing to fear I picked it up and quickly learned why this is called a kukri snake, a kukri is a type of Nepalese knife and apparently this snakes teeth are shaped like the knife. It immediately demonstrated the efficiency of its teeth and left its mark; several impressive slashes across my fingers and knuckles. My hand was bleeding quite profusely but I was unwilling to let this snake go as it was the first of its kind that I had seen alive, but I took care to not let it bite me anymore. Apparently I'm not the only one who has had a bite by an Oligodon bleed excessively, its thought that perhaps they have some anticoagulant in their saliva. Its amazing how effective its 'kukri' teeth were, I have been bitten by many snakes over the years and usually a nonvenomous colubrid of this size is of no concern and can barely break the skin, the Oligodon showed me it wasn't the average run of the mill colubrid. Despite being effective their teeth aren't designed to savage photographers, they're also useful when it comes to their prey which is mostly eggs but lizards are also taken. The teeth are used to slice the egg and allow for easier consumption.
Thank you Glynn Wormley. This is the last photo taken of our lovely horse Whitaker. Unfortunately today he crossed the rainbow bridge after a long debilitating illness. We are all heartbroken but he had the most loving home and lovely life. RIP beautiful boy xx
11th December,2023.
A digital image 'dreamed by' Midjourney, an artificial intelligence program that creates images from textual descriptions. The technique evolves fast. Let's compare these results with the images in one year's time..
...to the loveliest purr in the world. To say we are heartbroken would be an understatement. We are devastated.
We have a single Bleeding Heart plant in our backyard and for a few brief days every year, the hearts pour out. And then, they are gone and I become heart-broken. Less than an inch (~2cm) in length, they are small fragile little wonders.
Dal Angry
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Some of you know that one of my kitties became poorly just over a week ago. Since last Wednesday she's been gone :( and we're all heartbroken.
She had been by my side for over 17 years, and had such a big and loving character. The house feels empty without her. I miss her so much :(
Yesterday, Amy and I helped move our daughter Mara to her new apartment, and new life, in Philadelphia. She is our last child to leave the nest, and while I'm excited for this new chapter of her life to begin, I am also heartbroken to see her go. Love you, Mar! ❤
You say you need me,
that I'm the light in the end of the tunnel,
the prettiest rose,
that I'm the one who you'll always come back to...
Yet you try to change me,
to someone who I am not,
to someone I can never be...
me - change
Thank you for being my shoulder to cry on while things have made me heartbroken..
"And I don't want the world to see me
'Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am"
- Iris by the Goo Goo Dolls
It's baby season. It's murder season. It's Spring Time!
Collage wrap-up: Oriole, Wrentit derp, rattlesnake tail, big baby jay, and flowers photos taken at Inceville. Swallow beat down, nesting Snowy Plover, and Yellow-headed Blackbird photos taken at Malibu Lagoon. Wren in/on the dog poop bag dispenser (check out the legs on lunch!) taken at White Point Nature Reserve Palos Verdes Peninsula. Flying Western Tanager and red flower photos taken at Chilao in the San Gabriel Mountains Angeles Crest. Bushtit in flowers was taken at South Coast Botanic Garden.
Not represented in the collage, the Phainopeplas that have returned to Los Liones Canyon. Are you still awake?
Of all places to find a new bird! Inceville, or as most people would know it, Los Liones Canyon. It's one of our favorite haunts and we are there a few days a week. If we are lucky we beat the BDBs (beer drinking bums) to grab the best table. The brush has been horribly (but perhaps responsibly) hacked back (for fire safety reasons) and the critters have adapted. The rains transformed the drought taupe color of the canyon to verdant green. Now, the green is receding and being rapidly replaced by shades of brown. The migrant sparrows have left us and we miss their sweet songs and magical energy. Our year round birds remain, including the California and Spotted Towhees, Oak Titmice, Wrentits, California Thrashers, California Scrub Jays, MODOs, House Finches, Goldfinches and the non-native parrots. Not a long list and they blend into the dried flowers and drab plants.
Mystery bird moved like a Wrentit.... they are built for "flying" through a tangle of twigs and branches. I catch a glimpse. Yellow? Can't be. I hoist up the camera and fire off one blurry shot. Ca-ching!
I sent the less than optimal photo to my experts. ID confirmed : Female Yellow-breasted Chat. Terrible photo on the second row. Lifer.
It's fun getting a new bird. But the degree of "fun" varies. A bird we've wanted for a long time gets a happy dance. The new bird you discover going through the shots of the day gets a loud sucking inhale and hard stare. Could it be?
As we hike we hear and see the big babies fresh from the nest. They follow the parents and beg to be fed. We have the new edition of jays. Some with a bit of baby gape. One has an endearing cowlick of belly feathers.
Suddenly all the jays flock to one small bush and scream. Jerry and W9 investigate. Our resident rattlesnake has taken a jay… on our watch.
... Language is leaving me.
I am so heartbroken. It's hard to talk about it. But the jay taken wasn't the silly energetic youngster with the cowlick belly feathers.
May gray has transitioned into June gloom. The days are longer and the light is terrible. But already June seems to be shaping up to be a good month.
I wish you all happy birding, good light, and no biting bugs.
Anstatt zu beschweren, dass der Rosenstock voller Dornen ist, sei froh, dass der Dornbusch Rosen hat.
バラブシが棘でいっぱいであると不平を言うのではなく、棘の茂みにバラがあることを喜んでください。
Au lieu de se plaindre que le rosier est plein d'épines, soyez heureux que le buisson épineuse ait des roses.
In plaats van te klagen dat de rozebos vol doornen is, wees blij dat de doornbos rozen heeft.
i love that quote.
and the chinese calligraphy on the right means love ♥
btw the next few photos are also going to be my own drawings, so feel free to give me some feedback/ constructive criticism on not only the capture but also my artwork :D
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wow! another FP! thank you so much everyone !!! ♥
The pineappler seller returns in 5 minutes, after none of the residents showed any interest in his offerings.
People from almost all walks of life are going through a difficult phase of making a living.
Hillview Residential Area, Chittagong.
Where do you start to sum up your feelings about the loss of a Pet. Needless to say we are heartbroken and there is a big hole in our family. We inherited Tilly nearly ten years ago when she was about two. She was the most good natured dog I have ever known and was perfect for us, she quickly set about worming her way into our affections and breaking through every barrier and rule that we set for her.
We have been lucky to have enjoyed her and she has left us with many happy memories, a couple that I would like to share.
She was quite a quirky looking thing, being a cross between a Pointer and Jack Russell, we entered her into a local dog competition, that was just for fun. She won the waggiest tail trophy, which was quite something as her tail had been docked before we had her. I dread to think of the damage that tail might have done as she always wagged the stump furiously.
Some years ago I posted an image of her called Bandit. It was taken in our kitchen as she was trying to make a dash for the garden carrying her ill gotten gains. My son, rather foolishly, left a Pizza unattended in his room, She helped herself to a slice and made a run for it. Having been found out she proceeded to try and look innocent. The image is one of my family’s favourite of her and sums her up completely, the link is below if you would like to see it.
She was diagnosed with Heart and Kidney failure in January, we were told at the time that she probably only had weeks, over 6 months later she finally lost her battle but the fact she lasted so long shows what a fighter she was.
Rest in Peace little one
Browsing through old files I found this little gem, not the photo, but Molly.
Looking for Love in all the wrong places, she ended up on my arm and naturally began flirting with me. However beautiful Molly is, I explained to her that a relationship between us is simply impossible. The physical mechanics of it, the looks we'd get and the whole part about cross-species intermingling is sill very much a grey area.
It's funny, a lot of spiders come looking for a lot of things and end up on my arm...Perhaps I emit a pheromone of sorts, only God knows...
Turns out Molly is the sister of the Spider Who Couldn't Find His Car and I thought to myself "no wonder they look so similar".
www.flickr.com/photos/143280886@N08/30255821200/in/photos...
I asked her how he was doing, and to my surprise, Ralf, is now a full-time Buddhist monk floating in the Himalayas. I'm surprised because most of the critters I encounter are either drug addicts, porn stars, or have some sort of issue, but not Ralf, he was steady, he was awake.
Molly was heartbroken by what I said, but she understood. A half Balinese, half English, half Spider would be picked on to death at school. Saying that, Spider-Man turned out okay...
Taken with my phone + a DIY lens.
Miss Abbie Smith died unexpectedly yesterday. One hour after her rabies vaccination. She was only four years old. My heart is broken ... outcry, Father, outcry.
These are Florida native Cat's Whiskers flowers to honor that precious little creature. Oh God, help me ...
The Lord is near to the brokenhearted and saves the crushed in spirit (Psalm 34:18).
Michael Lonsdale (1931-2020) 🇲🇦/🇬🇧 played on
James Bond's Moonraker,
S. Spielberg's Munich
and lots of films.
He, most of all, had a long career as a stage actor, author and director of various plays and musicals.
This picture is taken from one his last initiatives: he would tour churches, reading excerpts of the Bible and other spiritual texts with his virtuoso friend Nicolas Celoro playing pieces of classical music on piano. flic.kr/p/2jJSwBy
Michael Lonsdale, acteur, récitant, en répétition, église de Bassens 2017
Article in The New-York Times:
Michael Lonsdale, a Bond Villain and Much More, Dies at 89
He was best known to many as Hugo Drax in “Moonraker.” But he also worked with a Who’s Who of directors including Truffaut, Spielberg and Marguerite Duras.
By Penelope Green
Published Sept. 26, 2020
Updated Sept. 30, 2020
Michael Lonsdale, a versatile veteran of French cinema who was known abroad for his villains and antiheroes, including the sad-eyed and subtly psychotic Hugo Drax in the James Bond film “Moonraker” and the mysterious intelligence broker in Steven Spielberg’s “Munich,” died on Monday at his home in Paris. He was 89.
The death was confirmed by Olivier Loiseau, his longtime agent.
Over his long career, Mr. Lonsdale appeared in nearly 200 films, including “Day of the Jackal” (1973), in which he played the dogged detective Claude Lebel, and worked with a Who’s Who of directors, including Mr. Spielberg, François Truffaut, Orson Welles, Luis Buñuel, Jean-Jacques Annaud, and James Ivory, for whom he appeared as Dupont d’Ivry, a French diplomat, in “The Remains of the Day” (1993).
“He was as much a presence as an actor,” J. Hoberman, the American film critic, said in a phone interview, “a big hulking man, sometimes bearded, whose movements and voice were distinctively delicate.”
That incongruity was his calling card (as were his paintbrush eyebrows).
In the avant-garde films that he loved, most notably Marguerite Duras’s “India Song” (1975), a gorgeously soapy tragedy that is a touchstone of the era’s European art cinema, Mr. Lonsdale’s shambling presence was a kind of ballast. He played a heartbroken vice consul in thrall to the adulterous wife of an ambassador, played by the equally compelling Delphine Seyrig.
“I think it’s his greatest film,” Mr. Hoberman said. “It’s a very minimal incantatory movie — there’s not much action, and yet he really holds the screen.”
In a Twitter post, the film critic Richard Brody, a contributor to The New Yorker, called Mr. Lonsdale “the secret agent of cinematic modernity.”
Le Monde described him as “an actor from elsewhere who seemed to embody the human condition by looking in from the outside.”
Joan Dupont, a Paris-based film critic and a contributing editor at Film Quarterly, said in an email that Mr. Lonsdale was particularly devoted to Ms. Duras, with whom he made three movies.
“He was Duras’s bulky leading man and trusted friend, famous for his deep thrilling voice, the voice of a man in pain, an unrequited lover,” Ms. Dupont wrote. “The morning after Duras died, I saw Lonsdale pacing in front of her apartment on the Rue Saint-Benoît, this magnificent colossus, lost, with a bouquet that looked wilted by grief.”
Mr. Lonsdale’s heart was in European cinema, the more experimental the better, but he did indulge his agent every once in a while by accepting a more commercial part.
Mr. Loiseau said that Mr. Lonsdale at first rebuffed an appeal to play Rachel Weisz’s father in “Agora,” a 2009 Spanish drama set in ancient Egypt directed by Alejandro Amenabar. “‘It’s what I hate,’” Mr. Loiseau recalled him saying. “‘Two hours of makeup, it’s going to be very hot, and in the end it’s just CNN in the fourth century, war all the time.’”
Mr. Amenabar had to fly to Paris to woo Mr. Lonsdale. He relented because he thought the script was smart — and because, Mr. Loiseau said, “As an agent I had to be a little greedy on his behalf.”
In 2012, Mr. Lonsdale was asked by a James Bond fan site if he had thought that his career might suffer if he accepted the role of Hugo Drax in “Moonraker” (1979), the 11th film in the series. “On the contrary,” he said. “Because I made so many films that were not really very popular or didn’t make much money, and I only made poor films, so I thought I might like to be in a rich film.”
“Moonraker” was a gift that just kept giving, for better or worse. Fans over the decades sent Mr. Lonsdale photos of him in the movie, hoping for an autograph, which he never gave. But when PlayStation added “Moonraker” to its 007 Legends game series, and asked Mr. Lonsdale to record the deep voice of his villainous character, he agreed.
When he arrived at the studio, Mr. Loiseau recalled, a young Californian producer “behaved as if God was coming for a visit.”
In 2012, Mr. Lonsdale won a César Award, the French equivalent of the Oscar, for his role as a monk in “Of Gods and Men,” a film by the French director Xavier Beauvois set in war-torn Algeria in the 1990s about the real-life capture and murder of an order of monks by Muslim fundamentalists.
In a startling and moving scene, Mr. Lonsdale’s character explains his idea of love to a teenage girl in vivid secular terms — as attraction and as a life force. It was pure improvisation, Mr. Loiseau said.
“He was really a pure soul,” Mr. Loiseau added, “solitary, but very humanistic.”
Mr. Lonsdale, who never married, leaves no immediate survivors.
Le Monde described him as "an actor from elsewhere who seemed to embody the human condition by looking in from the outside."
Mr. Lonsdale was born on May 24, 1931, in Paris. His father, Edward Lonsdale-Crouch, was an officer in the British Army. His mother, Simone (Beraud) Lonsdale, was Irish and French.
He grew up on Jersey, in the Channel Islands, where his parents ran a hotel, before moving to London and then, in 1939, to Morocco, when his father took a job with a fertilizer company.
After the French fleet was attacked by the British in Algeria the next year, Michael’s father was jailed by the Vichy authorities for suspected treason. When the Allies landed in North Africa in late 1942, he was released, much diminished. It was his father’s suffering that Mr. Lonsdale reached for when he played the vice consul in “India Song.”
In 1947, Mr. Lonsdale and his mother, who had divorced his father and remarried, returned to Paris, eventually moving into a large, airy apartment left them by his grandfather behind the Hôtel des Invalides in the Seventh Arrondissement.
Mr. Lonsdale would remain in the apartment until his death. His last role, as a rueful, weary Edgar Degas at the end of his life in the French short film “Degas et Moi” (2019), was filmed there.
Penelope Green is a feature writer in the Style department. She has been a reporter for the Home section, editor of Styles of The Times, an early iteration of Style, and a story editor at The New York Times Magazine. She lives in Manhattan. @greenpnyt • Facebook
A version of this article appears in print on Sept. 27, 2020, Section A, Page 28 of the New York edition with the headline: Michael Lonsdale, 89, Actor Who Played Bond Villain and Much More, Dies.
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This is the video of Cutie-Pie that I promised to share with all of you a few months back. Sadly, I'm sharing this under devastating circustances; he passed away today.
My sweet, intelligent, beautiful Cutie-Pie was a member of the family for about 15 years. I miss him so much already. My heart is broken!!!
Love you lots Cutie-Pie.
I took this photo for our Christmas cards, however I am heartbroken to tell you that before dawn this morning Coco was hit by a truck & killed. We are just devastated. She added such joy to our family. I can't tell you how utterly heart sick I am right now. We had just had the talk about ALWAYS having her on a leash, & the fence was on order, but to no avail. I also realize I have much to be thankful for, but this still hurts alot. I know Flickr is a happy place, and I don't mean to bring anyone down. I just wanted to post this as a last tribute to my sweet beloved pup, Coco.
.no matter the tools you possess.
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TOTW ~ 'Love'
I got me a new series going here, for sure.
I promise that I will investigate the happy side of love here soon...haha. For some reason all the heartbreaking concepts are the ones that hit me the most.
Maybe I'l try to get cute here before the week ends. ;-)
I also am trying to formulate something involving my new fedora.
So far, I got nothin.
All that said, hey it's Wednesday already, how about that?! :)
It will be the weekend before we know it. *prays*
Hope everyone had a good day!
Love and hugs, thanks so much for all your comments and faves recently!!!!
xoxo
Random Fact de jour: I drink my tea with cream and one sugar and from an Eeyore cup.
I'll negotiate about the cup, but that's about it.
Sunset at Cleadon Windmill.
The ruined windmill on the hills was constructed in the 1820s. The mill is built on the highest part of Cleadon Hills on a slight artificial mound. The building incorporates a stone reefing stage, a feature that was peculiar to windmills in the area.
The mill was severely damaged in a storm at some time during the 1870s, and then suffered the indignity of being a target for gunnery practice during the First World War. A photograph dating from the 1920s shows the rotating cap and the windshaft more or less intact but without the sails, which were presumably destroyed during the storm that put the mill out of business. Nowadays the entrances to the mill are barred and locked, the remains of internal machinery that were visible in the mill during the 1970s are now gone, although broken fragments of a millstone remain.
A local legend relates the story of Elizabeth Gibbon, a heartbroken woman who threw herself from the top of the mill tower and whose ghost apparently haunts the ruin of the mill to this day. The windmill was operated by the Gibbon family at the time the storm took place, which lends some weight to the tale of Elizabeth's suicide.
Call this one the big tease.
After 69 years in operation, Colorado's famous Ski Train made its last run on 29 Mar 09 leaving its fans and followers heartbroken. To be fair, the Ski Train had been operating at a financial loss to its owners for 21 years, but the economic collapse, rising liability coverage, and pending and uncertain upgrades at Denver's Union Station were enough to push the Ski Train into the history books.
But in stepped the San Luis & Rio Grande with a plan to continue the 69-year tradition of a passenger train running between Denver and Winter Park, CO. The SLRG had worked out a deal with Union Pacific (who owned the line) and Amtrak (who would run the trains) and the resurrected Ski Train was set to make its first run under new owners on 27 Dec 09! But in the days leading up to the first departure, pending issues remained unresolved. Verbal agreements and good will didn't stand up and things started to fall apart. On 28 Dec 09, the 2009-2010 Ski Train was cancelled. The main issue was that Amtrak could not reach a deal to run the trains citing unsafe equipment.
But none of that drama was in play when I "accidentally" happened out onto the passenger platform at Union Station a week before departure day to snap some shots of the recently leased and arrived SD90MACs which would provide power for the upcoming Ski Train. These things sparkled in the sunshine and I wondered what they would look like heading up the mountains and through the tunnels on their way to Winter Park.
After a brief discussion with a security guard who was quite peeved at my presence, I was on my way with a rare sampling of the Ski Train that never was...
I came home and found my mother dead on the floor.
I am extremely heartbroken and will miss her more than anything in my life. I have one of my friends in the photo with me right now, but we can't get a hold of the other yet.
Forgive me for not responding right now.
When I found this lock in Cologne, among thousands of them, I couldn't stop staring at it. I kept thinking of the unknown person who left it there, and how he/she must have felt. It might have been a joke, or it might not. But certainly, there are people out there who accepted with resignation that they will be forever alone.
Please pray for a miracle tonight.
My friend and colleague's 8 month old baby boy, Arthur, is being taken off his ventilator at GOSH and brought home to his family after they were told there was nothing more they could do for him.
I'm just heartbroken for them and feel so terribly guilty. Her words last night were:
"unless there's a miracle..."
Apologies for sensitive nature but needed to mark this day.
— Bonnie Tyler
I've been wanting to do something like this with these stuff for so long. This one's just an experiment. I've yet to perfect everything and bring out a better shot using the same elements.
Processed Using Adobe Photoshop CS4
P.S. i dont understand Explore aka the so called 'Magic Donkey'. the shots that i think are worth being on Explore never do go on on there and the ones that i put least effort on and dont expect anything from go on Explore. so weird. i've seen this on other people's photostreams too - shots of theirs that truly deserve Explore front page don't even make it to Explore.
Explored on 24.01.09 - Highest position#88
Self Portrait shot by my dear friend: Mazyoona Abdulla
Edited By: Lateefa
Artistic Direction: Collaboration between Mazyoona Abdulla and Lateefa
This is an out-take from a photo shoot I was doing with Mazyoona for a
book she produced as part of her graduate exhibition. It was an honor to
be one of the models and to have a part in the production of her book.
The painting in the background was painted by me as a cathartic release
after I lost a family member. Its is covered in overlayed repetitive writing.
Size 2 meters by 180cm