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66309 'Charley Wallace'
Thurmaston, 3/10/24
4H73 0551 Washwood Heath Up Siding to Tunstead Sidings stone empties
O love of mine..
with a song and a whine..
You’re harsh and divine..
like truths and a lie..
but the tale end is not here..
I’ve nothing to fear..
for my love is yell of giving and hold on…
in the bright emptiness..
in a room full of it..
is the cruel mistress…
I feel the sunrise..
that nest all hollowness..
for i have the way to go.. not come…
And i feel so lonely yea..
There’s a better place from this emptiness..
And i’m so lonely yea..
There’s a better place from this emptiness..
Empty shops and business premises are a common sight on UK High Streets, but many vacancies are relatively short lived - the shops are soon in use again although in these difficult times, the new business only have a limited life.
This collection portrays retail outlets that have been empty long-term, some for many years. In the past, all these have housed thriving businesses. Yet now, for some reason, they are empty and some are falling into a state of disrepair and dilapidation.
Each has its own story to tell. Some are completely empty, others seem to have stopped trading suddenly and appear like the Marie-Celeste, still with stock in the windows. In many cases, we can tell easily from the faded signage what business last operated from the shop. Others are a complete mystery with faded blinds or shutters and all signs removed.
60085 "Mini - Pride of Oxford" passes New Mills South signal box in late summer 2003 with an empty rake of Peakstone wagons for Tunstead or Peak Forest.
Slide Dated September 2003.
Photo: Rob Clark
note to self: don't let something's absence overshadow evrerything that's present.
easier said than done.
Hey everybody.
I'm really sorry for not being in very much.
But at the moment, thats just how it has to be.
I hope everyone of you are great ^^
Day 154 - June 3, 2010
This is what it looks like at 2:50 in the morning outside our newsroom.
Have been staying real latethis past week working on something exciting. The wee hours of the morning afford me the peace and quiet that you don't get during "crunch time", I find that I get a lot more done this way. At the same time I don't really have much choice since most of the day is spent at meetings and what not. The situation should improve after about a month when everything has been set in motion.
In the meantime I really need to look into ways of making sure I have enough time, and creative juices left for my Project 365. The last few days have been tough, photo-wise.
56021 working 4D56 1204 PETERBOROUGH - HECK, Plasmor empties, passes Hougham on the 21st February 1996.
From the series Empty [#1.1-1.6]:
The artifacts of bustling commerce are juxtaposed against the apparent emptiness of a major port city. The red/copper/green palette evokes a muddled American banknote. These cues suggest an examination of our relationship with commerce: its necessity, how it benefits humanity, the need to make sure it is constrained by a substantive focus on human well-being.
#2940
shops and streets are closed due to covid 19, a few remain open, but don't have a lot of customers, empty plates are the result of this
Hấu ♥ Empty
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Empty glass.
Despite my very best efforts to obtain a glass of red during the testing phase all my attempts were to no avail.
My glass remained empty.
First Creek Winery, Pokolbin, Hunter Valley, New South Wales, Australia.
After leaving the empty ballast train in Morrisville Yard, Amtrak KN720 reemerges onto the Northeast Corridor with the GP38-3 duo running lite.
The empty voices,
they call to me;
whisper in my head.
They sing songs of sorrow,
And speak harsh truths of despair.
Their cruel reality crushes me,
destroys the little spirit I have.
They tell me I can stop it,
The fierce pain I feel each day.
They tell me I can fight it,
I can end it all.
But could I do it?
Could I leave my loved ones?
Take away my pain,
And make it theirs to bear?
Hi all ^ ^
Sorry, I’ve been away quite a while!
I’ve been having major problems with my computer and the graphics card burnt out, so that meant no more sims! =[
But the good news – the computer has been replaced and I should soon have the sims back!! Give it about a week or two!
So anyway, here’s a picture I took and edited a long time ago but never uploaded. Nothing special, just to announce my return will be soon! =D
Hope you like the poem too, just a quickee I whipped up to add a little something to the pic! Can't wait 'till I can finally come back and start editing again. =)
Although - it's been very good to have a break from it for a while XD
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Ok, quick break from my random babbles XD Here's the story behind the pic - basically, this girl has voices that speak to her in her head and she's a scitzafrenic. If you hadn't already guessed, they want her to suffer as they did, to feel the pain they had to. And so they try to tempt her, telling her all her pain will end, tricking her. Where as, they're actually tricking her into a lifetime of lonelyness.
This girl will actually appear in the next black dust chapters (when I get the sims back) but I don't think she'll be the same girl as in this pic - meaning she'll have a totally different personality and background, but she'll still look the same. Although, you never know, I may keep her as she is... You'll have to find out! ;)
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By the way - extra important little note here XD
If the colours aren't quite right - too dark or too light, it's probably my computer screen. You see one is REALLY light and the other is REALLY dark and I use the dark one so this picture may be too dark or bright on your screen. So if it looks a bit funny, sorry about that! =S
Empty bleachers face a temporary inflatable sports arena. (Remarkably, the arena was assembled in one day.)
UP ACC44CW 6873 leads yet another train of empty coal gons, through Glen Ellyn, back to the Powder River Basin.