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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.
Last Sunday we visited the Werburg in Spenge, an old castle complex from the 16th century. The location has the atmosphere of a story book, today there is even a registry office inside to celebrate weddings in a ferrytale atmosphere. Ostwestfalen, Germany
... Once upon a time there was a dovely couple name Dave and Dora who doved to rendezvous daily at Chez Jules. They were very much in dove and enjoyed to dine al-fresco. It was all very tweet and romantic. The nest is history! The End. 💗
Analogica, Fujica ST 701 ( 1970 ), Fujinon 55 mm F 1.8, Kodak color plus 200 asa sviluppo con Tetenal. Oggi ero libero ma non ho avuto tempo per Flickr, una tromba d' aria questa mattina ha distrutto alcuni tetti nel villaggio e cosa molto più grave ha fatto danni alla mia auto...
Every flower recorded its stories… Capturing flower is the way to release yourself. 😉
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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.
We were both young when I first saw you
I close my eyes, and the flashback starts
I'm standing there
On a balcony in summer air
See the lights, see the party, the ball gowns
See you make your way through the crowd
And say, "Hello"
Little did I know
That you were Romeo, you were throwing pebbles
And my daddy said, "Stay away from Juliet"
And I was crying on the staircase
Begging you, "Please don't go, " and I said
Romeo, take me somewhere we can be alone
I'll be waiting, all there's left to do is run
You'll be the prince and I'll be the princess
It's a love story baby just say "Yes"
Songwriters: Taylor Swift
Picture taken @ Frogmore
The old water-mill of the open-air museum in Detmold
The end of October is a perfect time to visit the Detmold Open Air Museum. The combination of Autumn light and season´s colours in combination with the old buildings create a story book atmosphere I adore. The place is a challenge for photography, mixed light conditions, twilight and shadows make it difficult to select the perfect pov´s and settings. We used Monday for an extended tour and enjoyed every moment.
The LWL-Freilichtmuseum in Detmold is a great place to learn and experience the world of our ancestors. The open-air-museum is covered with buildings, tools, animals and plants of countryside life in Northwest Germany in the last couple of centuries. An endless source of inspiration for HDR photography.
I just finished my tour through Belgium visiting customers in Bruges, Gent and Liège. Unfortunately I had not enough time for shooting activities so I have to serve some „canned“ impressions from Gent taken three years ago. Gent, Oost-Vlaanderen, Belgium
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▽ 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 plus 200 asa, Helios 44-3 58 mm 2.0 F, sviluppo con Tetenal.
Sitting catty corner northeast of the historic Henry County Courthouse is the Gruey Memorial Library in Cambridge. The two-story, red brick library was formally dedicated on February 15, 1929 when Constant I. Gruey presented the library to the village as a gift from himself and his late wife, Henrietta. This view shows the original entrance to the library that once had two set of stairs leading up to the first floor balcony. The Gruey Memorial Library building is now part of the Cambridge Public Library District.
The population of Cambridge at the 2020 census was 2,086.
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 !
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."
or.... 66 orbits around the sun. :)
Southwest Arizona, USA.
Full frame. No crop. No post processing.
(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.