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Rock Trumpet (Mandevilla sanderi)
Our dear friend and next door neighbour Rick passed away on Saturday after battling cancer for the last eight months. He had gone into palliative care just last Wednesday.
This Mandevilla is in his front garden,
In Alesund, Norway, a small northern coastal town, they remember their history by placing huge images of their past in various parts of downtown, evoking a sense of connection to what has been rather than only focusing on the future. Fishing has always been an important part of their history and to see a visual reminder at every turn within the town is most satisfying.
As time marches on, memories of the walk in the waters of Utah's Virgin River fade. Refreshing my thoughts - a return to our archives and a re-edit of a special bracket set proved rewarding - adding new touches where skills lacked last time.. The Narrows, North fork of the Virgin River ~ Zion National Park, Utah.
"We do not remember days, we remember moments..." ~ Cesare Pavese
.. through the rain soaked windows of today 😊
The world outside is a blur of driving rain and sleet .. so I looked for something calm and colourful in my folders. Then I just had to update it with the streaks of today's rain.
Shot with the Meyer Optic Gorlitz Orestor 135mm F2.8
Happy Sliders Sunday! 😊
Sliders Sunday set: Here
Post-processing set: Here
Meyer-Optik Orestor 135mmHere
My Fyvie Castle set: Here
Full bloom wildflowers as taken on one bright autumn day more than a decade ago in Darjeeling Himalayas, India
For ever if I'm far away
I hold you in my heart
I sing a secret song to you
Each night we are apart
Remember me.
Picture Taken at BRM's Música De Los Muertos.
Listening to: Remember Me
This is from Makkarlahti bay in Soukka, Espoo. My walking route went here one part of Espoo Waterfront Walkway.
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Say goodbye
Not knowing when
The truth in my whole life began
Say goodbye
Not knowing how to cry
You taught me that
And I'll remember
The strength that you gave me
Now that I'm standing on my own
I'll remember
The way that you saved me
I'll remember
Inside I was a child
That could not mend a broken wing
Outside I looked for a way
To teach my heart to sing
A place belongs forever to whoever claims it hardest, remembers it most obsessively, wrenches it from itself, shapes it, renders it, loves it so radically that he remakes it in his own image.
Joan Didion
A fond memory from the wonderful garden at the house where we stayed in Ballater, Scotland, last Fall.
An image scanned from one of my colour slides and taken way back in 1976 - yes, we actually did have cameras back then and colour film - Champs-Élysées looking towards the Arc de Triomphe.
I'm missing and hungering for the towering granite cliffs and thundering waterfalls of Yosemite NP tonight; We had reservations to be there for our 32nd anniversary of being married there in the chapel. Only twice in those 32 years have we not been able to go. We will look at our many photos from there, remember the sounds, recall the stories of our backpacks, and the wealth of experience we have in what is our spiritual home. Canon 5D MII; Canon 24-105 mm lens; HDR; Topaz AI; May 2019
Der Hohe Ifen, einer der markantesten Berge in den Allgäuer Alpen ist 2230m hoch und liegt in Kleinwalsertal. Mit der Ifenbahn fährt man gemütlich hoch oder wandert nach oben, je nachdem.
Remembering January 6, 2021 and the memory of those lost and those still impacted by the events of that day. Sadly, I'm getting too practiced in this photo from my own yard.
She's about to earn some bragging rights
I'm 'bout to give it up like I've been holding back all night
Girl, take pride in what you want to do
Even if that means a new man every night inside of you
Baby, I don't mind
You can tell by how I roll
Cause my clique hot and my cup cold
My talk slurred cause I’m so throwed
And I'm wiping sweat from my last show
And he's TG and I'm XO
I'm only here for one night
Then I'mma be a memory
Say it in my ear, so I can hear what you say to me
I got cups full of that Rosé
Smoke anything that's passed to me
Don't worry 'bout my voice
I won't need it for what I'm about to do to you
Bad bitch, girl I think I might get used to you
I might have to take your number when I'm through with you
All I ask of you is try to earn my memory
Make me remember you like you remember me
Bad bitch, girl I think I might get used to you
I might have to take your number when I'm through with you
All I ask of you is try to earn my memory
Make me remember you like you remember me
In life there are going
to be some things thats going
to make it hard to smile.
But what ever you do
through all the rain and the
pein, you go to keep your
sense of humor, you got to
smile for me
REMEMBER THAT
I remember when the SD75Is killed off the SD40s on CN so I chuckle now at my good fortune whenever I get one in the lead instead of another GEVO. For me it's lazy railfanning, only twenty minutes from home, but summer mornings at Bayview can still be a great way to spend a couple of hours.
The Harbor flipped two Burnham based crews, which allows easy daylight viewing on some of the lines north. Here is 196 doing its best frog impression hopping along the northern edge of Powderhorn Lake. This is part of the old Pennsylvania RR Hammond Branch, which the Harbor rebuilt and reactivated in 2017 or thereabouts I believe. It allows the diamonds at Burnham across the NKP and South Shore to be bypassed on South Chicago bound trains up the SC&S and the Calumet River Line.
It is January currently, but soon enough the dog days of Summer will be with us again.
remembering the Poppies.
Tue, 11 Nov 2025
Poppy Day is on November 11th because this is Armistice Day, the anniversary of the end of World War I. An armistice was signed on that day in 1918, which stopped the fighting at the 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month. The day is a tribute to all those who have died in service since then, with the poppy becoming a symbol of remembrance due to the flowers that grew on the battlefields of WW1.
Remembering what they stood for.
created with in nightcafe
Yet, remember me if I go far away.
If old love gets tangled in meshes of new love,
If I stay close yet you cannot discern
If I exist or not, still remember me.
If tears dangle between eyelids,
If the play ends once in sweetness of night,
Yet, remember me.
If chores are stuck in an autumn morn,
Remember me.
Even in remembrances if eyes do not glisten
Yet, remember me.
Friends, I share a few lines of Tagore as transliterated by my partner, before I take leave.
Yes, leaving tonight for a long trek in the Himalayas. I'll meet you all again on June 21.
With love and best wishes !! And, surely a twilight capture of Mt. Thalaysagar and Mt. Bhrigupanth from the bank of Kedartal. Garhwal Himalayas, India
