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I'm waiting for you to drown in my love.
Open your arms and let me show you what love can be like
It is all tears and it will be 'til the end of your time
Come closer my love
Will you let me tear your heart apart?
Now all hope is gone so drown in this love...
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Viewed across the mighty River Tweed from Tweedmouth; Berwick has been in Scotland and England several times over the years. The locals I've spoken to are fiercely independent of both!
Holding hands, interlocking fingers. It's the universal symbol of love, security and protection.
This is a popular shot, recreated by many photographers... But I've yet to see it in the rusty grayscale tones that make it timeless.
Many thanks to the lovely couple I photographed last weekend. :)
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I saw this and was immediately reminded of the 1960s', seeing such scenes time and time again, growing up in a small town.
It's like nothing really changes.
The Dee Inn is about 160 years old and is typical of the street corner Victorian style English public house.
Re-enactors show off historic artifacts during the Battle of Glengarry weekend in commemoration of the War of 1812 to 1814.
"Timeless" ~ Barichara, Colombia
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There are 365 days in a year, 24 hours in a day, 60 minutes in an hour, and 60 seconds in a minute. Days go by and years pass. Time never stops - or does it? Could there be such a thing as a timeless moment? A moment when something extraordinary happens, time seems to "stand still" we're never quite the same. The experience is eternally etched on our heart and minds. Moments like these come and go so quickly in life. So fleeting are these experiences that one can only wish to stop the clock and linger for an eternity - or at very least a few more moments. How do we keep these moments alive? Some may document with a photograph or others may write in a diary. An artist will create a painting. Michael Flohr's "Timeless Moment" is just such a moment translated into living color. The old, romantic charm of Market Street in San Francisco sets the scene. Enter a quiet stroll with someone special. Moist from the fog, the street glistens with a magical glow reminiscent of a dream. The stained glass mosaic of color reflecting off the buildings further adds a fantasy-like quality to his recollection. Symbolically, the clock tower stands in the shadow of a street lamp. In the darkness of his memory time has stopped. But in reality, each passing moment breathes another stroke of life into the brush. Specifics of the memory aren't important anymore - for the beauty of the memory has been captured. Flohr has rendered his "Timeless Moment" on canvas and there it will remain. Perhaps what the artist wants to convey is how precious time is and maybe the only thing truly timeless are the timeless moments we hold dear.
LuxferoCain @ Timeless Memories @ Secondlife: maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Timeless%20Memories/128/128/2
To see a world in a grain of sand,
And a heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand,
An eternity in an hour.
- William Blake
Timeless
Pripyat is an abandoned city in the zone of alienation in northern Ukraine, near the border with Belarus. It was home to the Chernobyl Nuclear Power Plant workers. The city was abandoned in 1986 following the Chernobyl disaster. Its population had been around 50,000 prior to the accident. It now stands as a timeless - and poignant - reminder of the aftermath of the fallout.
Farewell To Pripyat
by Tim Dennehy
It was a Friday in April 1986,
The day that nightmare began,
When the dust it fell down on our buildings and streets,
And entered our buildings at noon,
Touched the grass and trees, bicycles, cars
Beds, books and picture frames too,
We stood around helpless, confused,
Nobody knew what to do.
At two o'clock on Sunday the buses arrived,
A fleet of a thousand or more,
We were ordered to be on our way,
Not knowing what lay in store ,
Some of our citizens fled in dismay,
And looked for a good place to hide,
When four o'clock came and the last bus pulled out,
T'was the day that our lively town died.
And the shirts, sheets and handkerchiefs crack in the wind,
On the window ledge the withering plants,
And the Ladas and Volgas are parked by the door,
And the bikes in its usual stance.
Our evergreen tree lies withered and drooped,
They've poisoned our fertile land,
The streets speak a deafening silence,
Nothing stirs but the sand.
A visit back home is so eerie today,
A modern Pompei in view,
To see all the old shops and the Forest Hotel,
And the Prom, yet cinema too.
The mementos we gathered all left behind,
Our photos and letters and cards,
The toys of our children untouchable now,
Toy Soldiers left standing on guard.
So fare thee well Pripiyat, my home and my soul,
Your sorrow can know no relief.
A terrifying glimpse of the future you show,
Your children all scattered like geese,
The clothes lines still sways but the owners long gone.
As the nomadic era returns,
The questions in black and white blurred into grey,
The answer is too easy to learn.
Timeless Echoes
The Highlights of a Decade Long Musical Journey
Presented By: The Old Joes Choir
30th and 31st of August 2008 at The British School Auditorium
It has been ten years, and The Old Joes Choir has come a long way, evolving musically, and as an entity that continues to enthral its public. A decade of dabbling, experimenting and extending the boundaries and limits of sound and music has stood in good stead, enabling a group of talented and committed individuals hone and perfect something they were already good at.
It was in 1997 that The Old Joes Choir embarked upon their musical journey; a voyage that has augured well and ushered in positive change, along with a loyal audience, fans of choral music, who have stood by them through the last ten years of evolution. Thus, it is only right that The Old Joes Choir pay tribute to their loyal, unwavering fans, and their decade old journey, through a musical celebration of the last ten years.
You are welcomed to witness a unique event, involving diversity in sound and style, in celebration of a ten year old journey, as The Old Joes Choir embarks upon a voyage of rediscovery; an expedition that will strike at the very core of their musical soul. Sit back, relax, and prepare to be enthralled, as they go back to their roots to present you with our Timeless Echoes.
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There are a few versions for this photo and I like this a lot. Again, I am trying to sneak this one out... lol.. who knows if I have to take it down before everyone knows it.. hah
Before this version, I did another graphic one for this photo and someone said it was horrible. Ah well, I really dun like the feeling of it so I totally transform it to my vision.
I am having this old magazine ad vision for this piece so I decided to go a bit retro for this one. It's simple, yet I don't want to ruin her elegant pose at all.
I really like the out come and the next one (cross my fingers no one is asking me to stop), it will be more of a circus fest. Stay tuned!
I made this flannel (Timeless Treasures Tailor) quilt for a couple of diehard Aggie fans. It is a little nod to the Heisman Trophy quarterback from Texas A&M. Gig 'em Aggies!
© 2009 Steve Kelley
Walked from downtown Jersey City to Liberty State Park (got the idea from JJ's bicycle trip over to it).
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