Alter Leuchtturm, Borkum, 2015, 20151018_Bork_2301

Carrer de Petritxol

Ciutat Vella District, Barcelona

Taken on Dya's little Jordan

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...tons of old vinyl. Spend my day off going through a used music store, great finds and a great way to enjoy new to me tunes for cheap.

NOTE: This photo made it into Flickr's 'Explore" as one of the top five hundred most interesting photos on a particular day. You can see all of my photo's that have made it into the Flickr Explore pages here.

Toruń, Poland.

"I think I'm going back

to the thing I learned so well in my youth.

I think I'm returning to

all those days when I was young enough to know the truth.

Now there are no games to only pass the time.

No more electric trains, no more trees to climb.

Thinking young and growing older is no sin

and I can play the game of life to win.

I can recall the time when

I wasn't ashamed to reach out to a friend.

And now I think I've got a lot more than

just my toys to lend.

Now there's more to do than watch my sailboat glide

and everyday can be my magic paradise.

I can play hide and seek with my fears

and live my days instead of counting my years.

Let everyone debate the true reality

I'd rather see my world the way it used to be.

A little bit of courage is all we lack,

so catch me if you can 'cause I'm going back.

I'm going back,

not just sitting, walking away.

Yes, I'm going back.

Going back to my youth.

Come on, catch me 'cause I'm going back,

I'm going back..."

🎧Going Back

A close up of this fascinating old tree.

Thanks a lot for stopping by!

LATVIA

HFF!!

Another look at the little bit of snow we had. I told you I live out in the sticks..:) This is the street in front of my house.

Hard to believe we're almost at the end of another year. Where does the time go. Happy Weekend

B l a c k M a g i c

Texture by EvelynFlint/Texture Time

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Ollantaytambo, Peru is a surviving example of Inca city planning, with narrow cobblestone streets that have been continuously inhabited since the 15th century.

Beautiful Old Classic

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Quebec nature .................Canada .

Etosha N.P. Namibia

Hamburg

I can still find Wiley's house

Riding on my bike with eyes closed

I could name every girl that he took out

And from my memory, dial his house phone

Can you take me back when we were just kids

Who weren't scared of getting older? (yeah, yeah)

'Cause no one knows you like they know you

And no one probably ever will

You can grow up, make new ones

But truth is there's nothing like old friends

'Cause you can't make old friends (mm, yeah)

I can still feel the windows down

Listening to Jimmy Eat World

Riding 3-wide on Blake's bench seat (yeah)

My God, it's been ten years now

I would have his back tomorrow

And he'd still fight anyone who tried to touch me

Can you take me back when we were just kids

Who weren't scared of getting older? (yeah, yeah)

'Cause no one knows you like they know you

And no one probably ever will

You can grow up, make new ones

But truth is there's nothing like old friends

'Cause you can't make old friends

And I've got some good friends now

But I've never seen their parents' back porch

I wouldn't change how things turned out

But there's no one in this time zone

Who knows what inline skates that I wore

Can you take me back when we were just kids

Who weren't scared of getting older?

'Cause no one knows you like they know you

And no one probably ever will

You can grow up, make new ones

But the truth is

That we grow up, then wish we could go back then

There's nothing like old friends

'Cause you can't make old friends

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Taxi: maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Frogmore/188/44/37

Rufford Old Hall is a National Trust property in Rufford, Lancashire, England. Built in about 1530 for Sir Robert Hesketh.Lancashire April 2018

A homage to Wilhelm Busch (15 April 1832 – 9 January 1908)

From childhood, I remember,

Wilhelm Busch was like a member

Of my closest family

For I can tell from memory

The poems and stories were sublime

That this great poet used to rhyme.

My Grandma gave me on my birthday

On my eighth or ninth, I cannot say,

A weighty tome with lots of drawings,

Tales told in verses, both fun and awing.

Thus I, with childlike curiosity and pride,

Shoved the comics of Mickey Mouse aside.

And as I was reading one page after another

I learned of the magic and the horror

Which in the minds of youths are brewing,

That a single maid can be three men's undoing,

That a frog will never be a bird, no kidding!

And that Death keeps a mole from digging.

On April 15th, he'd celebrate his birth:

188 years he'd walk the earth

And would still make me laugh and giggle

With new tales, till my belly would jiggle,

Had, as if on a wild and crazy whim,

Death not gotten the better of him.

(c) 2012, Claudia G. Kukulka

I wrote this poem originally as a Birthday poem in 2012, so I changed the year. It was posted under an old photo which I deleted recently.

I'm very grateful for your visit, fave and comment. Thank you so much.

dieses alte Fenster habe ich bei einer Mühle auf Öland gesehen