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Remembering summer.....
I will post another holiday image tomorrow. Even though I came home with over 4,000 photos, I'm not overly fond of many of them, because they seem too touristy to me and it's not my normal type of photography. But I will share them with you, as long as I can post my macro's in between:)
I don't want to brag or make anyone jealous, but....I can still fit into the earrings I wore in high school.
......unknown
What a time - Julia Michaels (feat. Niall Horan)
I feel a little nauseous and my hands are shaking
I guess that means you're close by
My throat is getting dry and my heart is racing
I haven't been by your side
In a minute, but I think about it sometimes
Even though I know it's not so distant
Oh, no, I still wanna reminisce it
I think of the night in the park, it was getting dark
And we stayed up for hours
What a time, what a time, what a time
You clinged to my body like you wanted it forever
What a time, what a time, what a time
For you and I
What a time, what a time
For you and I
I know we didn't end it like we're supposed to
And now we get a bit tense
I wonder if my mind just leaves out all the bad parts
I know we didn't make sense
I admit it that I think about it sometimes
Even though I know it's not so distant
Oh, no, I still wanna reminisce it
I think of the night in the park, it was getting dark
And we stayed up for hours
What a time, what a time, what a time
You clinged to my body like you wanted it forever
What a time, what a time, what a time
For you and I
What a time, what a time
For you and I
For you and I
For you and I
For you and I
What a time, what a time for you and I
What a time for you and I, yeah
What a time, what a time for you and I
I think of the night in the park, it was getting dark
And we stayed up for hours
What a lie, what a lie, what a lie
You clinged to my body like you wanted it forever
What a lie, what a lie, what a lie
For you and I
What a lie, what a lie
For you and I
2018 01 12
I have a friend with a warm heart.
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For Macro Mondays - Heart
We have been sorting through some boxes recently in one are a number of letters and notes to me from Di from before we were married - just over 25 years ago.
Di would always put one of these small ( 12 mm ) heart stickers on.
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It takes a while,
but soon enough you will realize where you are.
She makes me smile
even when not there, thoughts of her not far.
Waynejent
I thought I'd practice some long exposure work. Included in this still life are my great-grandmother's clock from 1915, my grandmother's encyclopedias from the 1930s and a very old decoy that I gave as a gift to my parents.
©2007 Paulina Bos
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This image is not available for use without the explicit written permission of the photographer.
I like telling stories through my decor images. I like to think of an old woman, thinking to her beloved who has passed, and all her keepsakes of that person in a box. Letters and dried flowers and pictures...
credits. //
FEATURED:
what next - Springtime Tulip Planter
what next - Zahara Rug
Scarlet Creative - Aime Tiny Carriage House
Apple Fall - Plan Chest
Apple Fall - Country Pantry
Soy - Antique Mirror
Muniick - Wickman Coffee Mug
.random.Matter. - Coffee Confestions - French Press
Nutmeg - Country Porch Rocking Chair
Nutmeg - Country Porch Potted Plant Stand
ReKa - Rustic Valentine Box
Pitaya - Love letters - Pile of Letters
Pitaya - Love letters - Drafts big
Pitaya - Handmade Curtains Lace
dust bunny - vintage frames
Kalopsia - Cardboard Boxes
And then my soul saw you... And it kind of went, "Oooh.. there you are... I've been looking for you."
I have been on the struggle bus with my photography for over 4-months now and managed to dip into my archives from a trip my wife and I took out to Oregon.
Hoping to snap out of this funk shortly with spring coming.
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Thank you for looking and please do NOT use my images without my written consent.
Scott Betz 2018 - © All Rights Reserved
Okay, embarrassing confession time (we're all friends here, right?)! This shot is from a few years ago, looking through the smoke filled air at the sunset from Boy Scout Camp Meriwether on the Oregon Coast. The confession? I've been at the beach all week with my family, and even had my laptop along, but forgot the card reader for the XQD cards!!! Thus the posting of old shots for now. Looking forward to processing some from this trip to post over the next few weeks...
Reflecting on my fabulous Flickration in Canada last year....so sad to think this beautiful place was ravanged by fires not long after I visited it.
Waterton NP, Alberta.
My apologies, I’m behind in my commenting...shall catch up tomorrow.
During these days of quarantine, with travel plans for the next month or so shelved, we could only look back at our summer beach days from last year - like this one at Bitaog Beach, Unib Island, Dinagat.
♪ Enchant - At death´s door - live Groß-Umstadt 1997 ♪
I run my desperate trembling hands
Along the floor were you once walked
Fighting tears that come from loss
I brave the rooms where we once talked
You took a part of me I never can reclaim
Your spirit's in my heart
But you know it's not the same
Straining to beat this blur of tears
Swollen eyes beg for my dead friend
Reminiscing with a photograph
Drives home (that) what was won't be again
I will to guarantee my reason will prevail
Pain breeds the need for make believe
To soothe a heart that's fail
Like a wind-up clock left in the rain
Like a candle burns away its light
We all suffer at death's door
As surely as day turns into night
I drop down to my knees and plead with the sky
Of course it does no good
But i'll give anything a try
Gazing, thinking, standing on a cliff
That guards the blue-green of the sea
I accept the blueprint of the world, that
All must pass away that's come to be
You meant so much to me
That's why there's all this pain
So much improved from our exchange
It will never be same
Like a wind-up clock left in the rain
Like a candle burns away its light
We all suffer at death's door
As surely as day turns into night
Like a wind-up clock left in the rain
Like a candle burns away its light
We all suffer at death's door
We all suffer loss...
As surely day changes into night
With RonnieLMills 9 Million Views. Thank You All :) uploading a few images of Islandhill lately got me reminiscing about the times I could call to Islandhill before going to work.