Story Time
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A little tear escaped from Rose's eyes and landed not far away, looking in awe at Rose. Why was Rose crying? Is it normal to cry when one feels pain? The tear wanted to go back to Rose and ask these questions but could not. Along came the Sun and dried tears away. Nobody ever knew of little tear which escaped during the night.
'I cried once for both of us', were the last words of little tear.... b.mikic
These little stories I like to tell, 'one minute stories', I call them, are not really the product of my imagination but rather real life experiences.
I think it looks good in black and white too!!
A historic photo of this part of Brisbane in March 2016 given the redevelopment (into restaurants and bars) under the left bridge pillar and its immediate surrounds.
The Story Bridge lit in beautiful red ❤
I haven't been to this vantage point for a while. I couldn't resist visiting this vantage point again on this given evening, because the bridge was lit in beautiful red ❤
we can write are infinite...
Each one is a journey to a different world only we can build... a world we can share when we tell the story...
"There are pages
Precious pages
Pretty pictures in my mind..."
Green story
TP: maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Green%20story/191/189/62
Chancellor - Walking In The Rain
www.youtube.com/watch?v=tyX5XodD0rg
I hope these tears will stop someday
Someday I will collect this fisherman
The warm sunlight will dry these tears, my tired face
Feeling tired little by little
I want to throw it all away, I'm tired of my old dreams
than have
I have too many things that I lack
every time you feel
My legs are losing strength, so they won't give me
I hope these tears will stop someday
Someday I will clear this darkness
I hope the sad sunshine will dry these tears
My friend comforting me saying that it will be okay
Every day makes me a little afraid
I say believe in me, but I can't believe it
Now I don't know how long I can last
If you wait, it will come someday
As the sun rises even when the night passes
Even my aching heart will be healed someday
help me now
Heaven help me please
overcome by myself
Zashimi is disappearing more and more
Someday (someday) I hope these tears will stop
Someday, this darkness will be lifted
I hope the warm (warm) sunshine will dry these tears
(Please dry these tears)
If you wait, it will come someday (Someday, someday..)
Even when the night goes down, just like the sun rises (as the sun rises)
Even my aching heart will get better someday
(Everything will get better someday)
someday...
someday...
Analogica, Pentax S1A ( 1963 ) priva di esposimetro, Super Takumar 50 mm F 1.4, Kodak color plus 200 asa, sviluppo con Tetenal.
Initially, the village church of Pierreclos was next to the castle. You can still see it today: a beautiful Romanesque tower dating from the 12th century, within the walls of the castle (on the left of the castle on the photo) . This is all that remains of the original church, as its nave was burnt down during the Wars of Religion in the 16th century. When the village was built at the foot of the hill on which the castle lays, the villagers wanted to have their own church in the village. The Romanesque tower within the castle walls then became a private chapel. The current church of the village was erected between 1771 and 1779, It replaced a first church closed in 1735 which threatened to collapse.
In the photo, we can make out a third church in the distance behind the castle. This is the church of Serrière, It dates from the 13th century.
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Histoires d'églises
Initialement, l'église du village de Pierreclos était à côté du château. On la voit encore de nos jours : une belle tour romane qui date du 12ème siècle, dans l'enceinte du château (sur la gauche du château sur la photo). C'est tout ce qui reste de l'église d'origine, car sa nef a été incendiée pendant les guerres de religion au 16ème siècle. Lorsque le village s'est construit au pied de la colline sur lequel se trouve le château, les villageois ont voulu avoir leur propre église dans le village. La tour romane dans l'enceinte du château est alors devenue une chapelle privée. L'église actuelle du village fut érigée entre 1771 et 1779, elle a remplacé une première église fermée en 1735 qui menaçait de s'effondrer.
Sur la photo, on devine au loin derrière le château une 3ème église. C'est l'église de Serrière, elle date du 13ème siècle
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Pierreclos - South Burgundy - France / Pierreclos - Bourgogne du Sud - France
I want to clarify that the photos are not chronological. It wasn't meant to be one single story but multiple stories. However, if you want to use your imagination to fill the gaps to make a coherent story, by all means :).
Traveling is quite limited in these days, time to check the old files. Today I picked a shot from one of my business trips to Gent, Belgium. Wonderful atmosphere, I enjoyed my stay deeply.
▽ Iconic hair
▽ Mila eyes
▽ Imitation choker
▽ Scandalize dress and bra
▽ Lyrium pose
▽ Minimal backdrop
More info and landmarks: UGLLYDUCKLING BLOG
Analogica, Zenit B ( 1967 ), priva di esposimetro, Kodak color 200 asa, Helios 44-2 58 mm 2 F, sviluppo con Tetenal. Mangio e poi commento le vostre foto !
Analogica ,Exa 1 B ( 1977 ) priva di esposimetro, Zeiss Flektogon 35 mm 2.4 F, fujicolor C 200 asa, sviluppo con Tetenal.
I found this ghostly looking packing in my kitchen. Some of my friends say ghosts live in old houses. When I was a boy, I was dreaming to see a HARMLESS ghost.
I had a chance to live in a place where people believe a ghost (old lady) exists. Unfortunately, I did not see the ghost, but my friend saw.
I've never seen a real ghost in my life. Still, I do NOT say "Ghosts do not exist."
Calle Jaen is also known for has stories that will chill your bones. This street encloses scary stories about ghosts, elfs and a dead widower, who are claimed to have be seen by drunk people who wander there at night.
The vista from my back porch. Quinlan, Comobabi mountains and the Coyotoe Mountain Wilderness. The Altar Valley, Southwest of Tucson, Arizona. No crop.
Credit @ Raindale in The Arcade Gacha (June 1 - 30th)
"Somerstory gacha "
Rare - Raindale - Somerstory pavillion CM
Raindale - Somerstory lantern with stand CM
Raindale - Somerstory pool 2 CM
Raindale - Somerstory vase (brown) CM
Raindale - Somerstory vase (black) CM
Raindale - Somerstory fountain CM
Credit @ Little branch
Tree : LB_NorwaySpruceTree{Animated}*4Seasons
Fem : Sway's [Osmunda] Fern . D dark by Sway's
Landscape item by :Fanatik Architecture
:Fanatik Architecture: Lofoten C
:Fanatik Architecture: SKELLIG Mountain
Pathway by {moss&mink}
{moss&mink} Valerie Pathways - Staircase
{moss&mink} Valerie Pathways - 4 Junction
{moss&mink} Valerie Pathways - Short
{moss&mink} Valerie Pathways - Corner
{moss&mink} Valerie Pathways - Long
J'étais en train de me demander d'où venait mon plaisir
Celui que je ressens à chaque touche enfoncée
Cette satisfaction unique qui est celle d'écrire
Et je me questionne sur mes homologues
Ceux qui se délectent dans leurs monologues
Comment l'expérience est-elle vécue ?
A chacun ses idées reçues !
Pour ma part,
La tâche est ardue
Sans aucun fard
J'use de mots pointus
Je veux à chaque syllabe prononcée
Que le lecteur devine le sens caché
Cette multitude de sentiments posés
Sur des mots à la lourde responsabilité
C'est en dévoilant mes pensées
Que mon âme frissonne
En exposant si librement mes idées
Je me construis et rayonne !!
Nok'
(Picture and story different earnings though)
Few years ago my moms friend moved back to our hometown. I call her auntie. Soon after auntie moved back she found out that her middle school teacher (who then was in her eighties) lived two blocks down the street.
The teacher had never been married and did not have children of her own. She lived alone by herself and had a hired helpers who came during different hours of the day to do the household chores.
Auntie then decided that she would visit her teacher every Sunday rain or shine and spend the day with her. This became their thing and went on for a few years. Three years ago I had the pleasure of meeting this sweet lady in her home. She offered me sweets and snacks and was so happy to have a new visitor. Her eyes sparkled with joy.
The same year one Sunday when auntie was visiting her, the teacher complained of a slight chest pain. The ambulance was called and she was rushed into the emergency room. On the way to the emergency room, the teacher held my auntie's hand and said thank for being there for me. She then took off the diamond earrings that she was wearing handed it over to my auntie and said this is a little token of my appreciation for everything that you have done for me over the years dear, I want you to have it. Later that day she died of an heart attack.
I cant get over the fact that in the midst of the pain and chaos the teacher took the time to thank auntie for her kindness and how much she cherished those Sunday visits.
This is the sweetest story I have ever heard of inheritance.