Tributes to the Famous
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Another tribute to one of the old masters, Saul Leiter.
Gyazo of the original
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@Inez, 1947
God said “ I need someone who can hear the sneeze through closed doors, in the middle of the night, 3 bedrooms away while daddy snores next to her, who could kiss the boo-boos, scare away the monsters under the bed, clean up the middle-of-the-night accidents, and live off 4 hours of interrupted sleep-so God made a mother.
Much missed, thanks mom for all you did while I was growing up, your children and grand children miss you.
Inspired by Breakfast at Tiffany's
Tribute To Audrey Hepburn
Thanks to Fabs for her kindness and patience
A last tribute to my dear father-in-law, who passed away in his sleep last weekend. He had been ill for some time.
He was very fond of gardening, so instead of flowers I folded some butterflies, representing his children and grandchildren.
We will miss him very much.
I will also be absent from Flickr for the rest of this week. Take care and see you later.
"Why do you see the speck in your brother's eye and pay no attention to the beam that in your own? How can you say to your brother, 'Let me remove the speck that is in your eye, but you do not see the beam that is in your own eye? You hypocrite, first take the plank out of your own eye, and then shalt thou see clearly to remove the speck from' eye of your brother. "
Gesù di Nazareth
"A child can take the father's nose, eyes and even intelligence, but not the soul. The soul is new to every man."
Hermann Hesse
dedicated to the victims and families of the insane tragedy in Nice
my second quote is dedicated to the children of madman
...never would they be forgotten, their deeds shall echo from the past to the present and the future, but lets not forget what they fought for, let's not forget we need to shine, let's not forget who we are...
21 February 1952, (8th Falgun 1358 in the Bangla calendar), a day to remember and remind us.
The two strong beams of light resembling the Twin Towers' descent toward the heavens, they serve as a beacon of contemplation and reflection. The Tribute in Light has become a powerful international symbol of 9/11 for more than a decade.
Thank you for your comments.
Gemma
Copyright ©Maria Gemma June, 2014
Tonight in Sydney.
Monday, 15th April, 2024.
The Sydney Opera House sails are lit up tonight with a black ribbon, to honour the victims of the tragedy at Bondi.
I travelled into the city after work this evening to capture the Opera House with its black ribbon.
The parking gods were smiling because I scored a car-space along Hickson Road, right outside the Park Hyatt Hotel (who does that?), then walked a short distance to the Overseas Passenger Terminal where, near the Quay Restaurant (closed tonight, I noted) you get a great vantage point looking out across Sydney harbour to the Opera House.
But then, I returned to the car, to hear on the news that in western Sydney tonight there has been another mass stabbing. Good grief - what is going on? This time a Christian priest and multiple worshippers were stabbed at Christ The Good Shepherd Church, in the western Sydney suburb of Wakeley (near Fairfield).
Unbelievable, given the events at Bondi just two day's ago.
Anyway, back to the black ribbon. It was, I thought, I grand tribute to those who lost their lives on Saturday at Bondi.
My Canon EOS 5D Mk IV with the Canon EF 75-300mm f/4-5.6L lens.
Processed in Adobe Lightroom and PhotoPad Pro by NCH software.
Rush is a 2013 biographical sports film centred on the 1970’s rivalry between two Formula One drivers to fame and glory, the Briton James Hunt and the Austrian Niki Lauda — until a horrible accident threatens to end it all.
Also a tribute to Manson, Prost, Senna, Hamilton.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=4XA73ni9eVs
shot taken at LC Racing Circuits
Credit : formula One from SteelHorseMotors
Yesterday we lost Jane Goodall, primatologist and conservationist, who was a tireless advocate for the protection and restoration of the natural world. She did extraordinary work studying Chimpanzees by immersing herself in their world from the inside for months on end. Our paths crossed when we served on the Board of a medical institution in East Africa in the late 1990s and early 2000s. She was a remarkable woman!
Roger Cicero [roˈʒeː ˈtsitsəro] (* 6. Juli 1970 in Berlin; -† 24. März 2016 in Hamburg[1]; bürgerlich: Roger Marcel Cicero Ciceu) war ein deutscher Pop- und Jazzmusiker.(Wikipedia)
www.youtube.com/watch?v=E0xe-hje-LM
Roger Cicero - Zieh die Schuh aus
Danke für deine Musik
Roger Marcel Cicero Ciceu (July 6, 1970 in Berlin – March 24, 2016[1]) was a German jazz and pop musician[2] and the son of the Romanian pianist Eugen Cicero.
Thank you for your Music
Yesterday, an incredible concert in the middle of the province of Lower Saxony
Slowhand: A tribute to Eric Clapton
And a test for my new Nikon Z fc
Sooner or later, even our closest companions must leave us and make their own way into the great eternity. The grief is very hard to bear, but I tell myself that this way we get to love more of them in our lifetime.
My deepest sympathies for the sudden loss of sweet Dee.
Claudia & Blanca
...He was faithful, sweet and handsome. He filled our hearts with love. Our family and friends were blessed to have him in our lives. Cancer not only enters the bodies of man, but also in our loving precious pets...at times, it was as though we were his pets.
Someone left the rose in place and I took the picture when he went. I made the composition of the picture as I could. Hence, it is not good. A real place.
Tribute to my friend Mocho... Passed away last 17th this month, may his soul be with all hip hop heads who passed away in the last years... you will never be forgotten...
One must have a mind of winter
To regard the frost and the boughs
Of the pine-trees crusted with snow;
And have been cold a long time
To behold the junipers shagged with ice,
The spruces rough in the distant glitter
Of the January sun; and not to think
Of any misery in the sound of the wind,
In the sound of a few leaves,
Which is the sound of the land
Full of the same wind
That is blowing in the same bare place
For the listener, who listens in the snow,
And, nothing himself, beholds
Nothing that is not there and the nothing that is.
-- Wallace Stevens
[My annual tribute to my favorite poem...]