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The seasons had changed again. Summer's glow was gone and autumns color and cold crept over the forest. The time of the Festival of Leaves was nearing. Sparrow had been preparing for weeks. Stringing leaves for for the necklaces and bracelets, putting lanterns in the trees, decorating the hollows where the dances would nave been. Every where she went she thought she saw the ghostly figures of her family and friends but they were only distant memories fading in and out. Flashbacks of her sitting in her grandmothers lap, listening to her tell the story of the mighty leaves journey, from a new green bud to the colorful decay and then fading to nothing. She had been so young then, so long ago. Her faint memories were of the dances and fires, weaving flowers and leaves into crowns, celebration, songs, floating music. Now she stood alone in the hollow staring off into nothing. 'Where had they all gone?' she wondered, but that was the question the answer would never come. She didn't know why or how. All she knew was that when she was very young one day everyone had disappeared. Vanished like the leaves on the trees, carried on the wind. She was alone. The only forest elf left. She carried on doing what she knew, she followed the traditions, even though she should have been to young to remember them so well it all came naturally to her. She had often wondered how this could be but now she only felt comforted that not everything of her people had disappeared. She faithfully carried out the traditions for her people. She would not forget them. She dawned her crown and waited alone in the hollow for the first rays of sun. The last Sparrow.
A little bit about Sparrow
In a time where the sun descends alone
I ran a long long way from home
To find a heart that's made of stone
I will try, I just need a little time
To get your face right out of my mind
To see the world through different eyes
Every time I see you oh I try to hide away
But when we meet it seems I can't let go
Every time you leave the room I feel I'm fading like a flower
Tell me why
When I scream there's no reply
When I reach out there's nothing to find
When I sleep I break down and cry
Beaten by the storm
Talking to myself
Getting washed by the rain
It's such a cold cold town
Oh, it's a such cold town
Roxette - Fading Like A Flower
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DB Schenker Class 08 08879 still wearing faded EWS livery hauls Class 14 D9516 (wearing equally faded BR green paintwork) past Didcot Parkway station with the now closed power station cooling towers in the background. The Class 14 was being delivered to the Didcot Railway Centre, a rare outing for one of these locomotives on the main line?
Feel the rain like an English summer
Hear the notes from a distant song
Stepping out from a backdrop poster
Wishing life wouldn't be so long
Devenir gris
We fade to grey (fade to grey)
We fade to grey (fade to grey)
We fade to grey (fade to grey)
Devenir gris
Time makes its incessant march into eternity. It will eventually overtake us all. The lesson: Make the most of the time you have today.
This machine will, will not communicate
These thoughts and the strain I am under
Be a world child, form a circle
Before we all go under
And fade out again and fade out again
ex CTA, exx CRT PCC Rapid Transit car #5001 sits at the Fox River Trolley Museum.It was part of an order of four experimental articulated PCC rapid transit cars ordered by the Chicago Rapid Transit Company. .Two of them (#5001 & 5002) were ordered from Pullman Company and two of them (#5003 & #5004) were ordered from St. Louis Car Company.
They were delivered in a striking natural aluminum with red accents. Over the years they were repainted into just about every CTA paint scheme and were renumbered to #51-#54.
The 5001-#5004 (#51-#54) series cars were retired in 1985 and CTA had #51 renumbered back to #5001 and repainted into its "original" paint scheme for a series of fantrips. The restoration included painting the car to mimic the original aluminum. According to another Flickr member, "the red paint is very faded but that's no big deal. The real problem is that the silver paint should really be bare aluminum for the original CRT colors, but the car accumulated bondo over the years in service, making that impossible."
#5001 has not operated in several years and his been sitting outside for most of the time. The paint has faded so much that it almost looks like the current "paint scheme" of the 2600 series CTA cars www.chicago-l.org/trains/gallery/images/2600/cta2937%4047...
Macro Monday - "Inspired by a song"
Inspired by the song title "Fade to Grey" by Visage. These tiny blue-purple flowers are growing wild in the garden and I picked a few to put into a minatures perfume bottle. The bottle is no more than 4cm at its widest.
copyright Kate Tettmar
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aka THE house of decrepitude, is fading fast. i would like to find the surviving relatives of this old place and have a chat....i am simply astounded that this place is being allowed to just fade out of existence....what made the owners leave, and abandon this house with some of the furnishings still intact? why on earth have no surviving relatives done a thing to stop this from decaying. As much as i love this place for the hauntingly beautiful photos it makes, a part of me wants to scream “WHAT WERE YOU THINKING!!!???” Dear friends of mine live just up the road a bit in another house that was once owned by folks with the same family name as this house....now that i know the name on this one, and i am playing connect the dots, i am more intrigued than ever. i am SURE there are surviving family members around somewhere, because a new post went up across the street which reads NO TRESPASSING, and has the family name on it....which means the saw mill that was there, belonged to the owner of this house, way back when. (photo of the chimney from a couple days back is the remains of the mill)
funny how history was never my strong point in school.....i never found it to be all that fascinating studying it in a book. i am now certain that history should be taught hands on.....visually. a full on tactile experience, so that it comes alive. i never knew what i was missing until i began to EXPERIENCE history first hand!
Not to be a noodge....but this one REALLY, REALLY needs to be seen large on black to be appreciated!!! (what is wrong with me???? i like SO many of my own photos lately!!!)
after 8 days, a long time for cut tulips, a gift from my friend, Ruth, for us doing the driving.....she also included a bottle of French wine since she was staying overnight after the party.....
#47 - a gift, 52 in 2015 challenge
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Lens: Canon 50mm f/1.8
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The white flowers against the cloudy sky was a bit blown out, so I decided to experiment with a more faded, moody edit. Not sure about it as it's a bit different from my more vibrant style, but it is a bit atmospheric.
"Faded Glory"
Some places you stumble upon by pure chance, while others you must actively seek out well off the beaten path; this was definitely one of the latter. Far off pavement, navigating some fairly treacherous dirt roads into a fantastic Montana canyon you find this relic of days gone by.
Once a witness to fast freights and passenger trains running the Milwaukee Road's transcontinental route, this old bridge spanning the namesake creek near the start of Sixteenmile Canyon now endures a forced retirement, thanks to the Milwaukee's abandonment of their "Pacific Extension", almost 2,000 miles of track, back in 1980 which is to-date the largest single railroad abandonment in American history.
Situated on the outskirts of the ghost town of Lombard, trains can still be heard rumbling by on the nearby Northern Pacific route, now operated by the Montana Rail Link, which follows the Missouri River through this region. As for Sixteenmile Canyon though, it has become a dusty, overgrown grade, and a few tunnels, winding along a babbling creek, disappearing back into nature more and more as the years go by.
Once a pulsing vein that pumped goods and people back and forth across our nation from Chicago to the Pacific Northwest, that glory is now, unfortunate as it may be, faded.
Sixteenmile Canyon
Lombard, MT
Sad to say our 30c temperature of yesterday could be the last of those wonderful hot days ,only 18c today and that felt really cool.
Even when the strsses of life begin to wear on us, chipping away at our strength and we feel ourselves fading. There is always a piece of us right there, to remind us to keep going.
Don't go for the looks, it can be quite deceiving.
Don't go for wealth, even that fades away --
go for someone who makes you smile
because only a smile makes a dark day seem bright.
My stream on black (flickriver)
Although it’s been very rainy and cloudy the snowdrops have appeared earlier and are now starting to fade