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Life, it seems, will fade away
Drifting further, every day
Getting lost within myself
Nothing matters, no one else
I have lost the will to live
Simply nothing more to give
There is nothing more for me
Need the end to set me free
Things not what they used to be
Missing one inside of me
Deathly loss, this can't be real
Cannot stand this hell I feelEmptiness is filling me
To the point of agony
Growing darkness, taking dawn
I was me, but now he's gone
No one but me
Can save myself, but it's too late
Now I can't think
Think why I should even try
Yesterday seems
As though it never existed
Death greets me warm
Now I will just say goodbye
Goodbye... Metallica
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.
Faded black paint on weathered metal surface.
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Fading Mask by Haveit Neox
On display at Berg by Nordan Art, Second Life-Jan 3 to Mar 31, 2016
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Courtyard doors to one of the many walled spaces within this former royal city enclosure . The red painted doors have faded to a soft velvety powder red making the whole slightly surreal . Modelled on China's Purple Forbidden City in Peking this is the Vietnamese version started in 1804 and became home to the Nguyen Dynasty of Emperors who ruled at least in name until 1945 .
The Purple Forbidden City
Hue
Vietnam
Wild apple blossoms .. past their prime but I love the colors of soft green and dark green .. fading to summer.
I think I love them just as much as they start to fade. Every year, their appearance just makes me so happy. Growing tulips in the desert isn't the easiest thing but most years, we manage to make it work. PA - routine. I am out every morning looking to see what is new in the garden. I couldn't believe my tulips started to bloom before I got home from our trip.
Bodie, California.
The Bodie cemetery with the ghost town and gold ore processing mill in the background. Bodie had such a bad reputation for its climate, working conditions and rowdy inhabitants that one girl wrote in her diary upon learning of her family's decision to move there: "Good-bye God, I'm going to Bodie." Bodie's population peaked at 10,000 in the year of 1880 and declined to 30 by 1921 as the veins of gold ore played out.
more info on its history here:
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bodie,_California
textures by ghostbones/skeletalmess and playingwithbrushes
Due to a busy family life I only get brief chances to take images. Was pruning this old Cosmos plant and saw this interesting flower head and new a retro look would suit it.
Shot with Canon 60D and Lensbaby Composer Pro.
LX15GOU is seen in the fading light at Chadwell Heath. This bus is on a UL51 (D) Elizabeth Line rail replacement to Shenfield.
Vehicle Details
Operator: Enisgn bus
Fleet Number: 129
Registration: LX15GOU
Vehicle: B9TL Gemini 2
Looking like a grey faded ghost with daft luminous sectors 37688 "Great Rocks" is seen struggling with a blown traction motor been pushed by KFC 37418 at Moorgates during the North Yorkshire Moors Excellent Thrashy Claggy Diesel Gala 14/06/2025
Part of Sanatorium Vintage Project.
Photographer: Va Sfak
Costume Designer: Run Around Sue (www.facebook.com/runaround.sew?fref=ts)
Make up artist: Angel's Make Up ( www.facebook.com/angels.makeup.1?fref=ts )
Hair stylist: Tailor Mci ( www.facebook.com/Taylor.M.I?fref=ts )
Model: Ralph Miliband ( www.facebook.com/ralph.miliband?fref=ts )
Regimental colours in Norwich Cathedral.
These old flags become so threadbare that you can see through them. They are like memories fading before your eyes.
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As I end this fraction of my Black Gold project/series which reflects on self loathing. I'm extremely grateful for having this model participate in my method/madness, not only did he understand and relate to the concept but he willingly went beyond the call to allow it to be fluid and together we were able to create exactly what I envisioned, exactly what I wrote a couple months ago. "12 years thinking my shade too dark" - understanding yourself is always challenging but the beauty you find in making peace with who you are and how you look isn't only liberating, it's monumental! It's a pivotal part to achieving that eternal pursuit of happiness, the ever changing and elusive. Growing up in a house where I was the only dark one I often wondered how would it be if I was lighter. Would I be pretty? Would I now be attractive? Would I be free of one more stigma? Would the general public love me more? And without me even noticing this transcended into deeper and subconscious personality traits. I started to only see beauty in what was fair and the media only cemented this vision by displaying and monopolizing what shades were deemed alluring, coincidentally the lack of love and appreciation for melanin is exactly what made me love it even more, what made me love me even more. So in this series I've exaggerated complexions to fully explore the contrast in the narrative. In some cases making it exactly as it is, BLACK AND WHITE.
So this series begins with Pride meanders through perspective, decisions and ends with a hopeful fade.
Pride, he stood looking out with all his darkened splendor thinking he could take on the world, thinking he's ready for any challenge but as the look lingers on he begins to experience doubt, a doubt that plays with his mind. Which leads to a myriad of conflicting emotions.
Here's the piece I wrote that started it all.
I look at my skin and I think that it isn’t enough somewhere my hue falls short my shade just isn’t right and therefore my life isn’t worth as much. I look at my skin and I wonder why I hate this shade, was I somehow subconsciously indoctrinated, somewhere I was taught that my shade would never be enough, that it would always be poorly represented, corporately BLACKlisted, aggressively persecuted. I look at this skin and think that there isn’t any beauty in it, I loathe this skin, this skin that acts a certain way, this stereotypical skin, this melanin. I look away from this skin to find acceptable beauty, they must be lighter than me, brighter than me, fairer than me, redder than me, whiter than me. RIGHTER THAN ME. More commercially represented than me. They just mustn’t be me! And even though mama tried to teach me that nothing was wrong with it, I just somehow fail to see, how this could ever be true so with pride in everything other than myself I walk to the sea, to be washed clean, to become a new, fairer, lighter, beautiful me. - Complexion.
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Faded Dreams by Lynne Anzelc kit and wordart
Like colours in an old photograph,
Memories fade to black and white
And, all we're left with is the scent of childhood
When knowing you should remember
Is more painful than forgetting
And the tear on your cheek
Is for something too far gone
Then all that's left is the scent of childhood
I have always loved the scent of Play-Doh (though the spelling of the name seems a mystery lol). But, lately, when I sniff it, I can no longer process the memories it seems desperately trying to evoke. Frankly, that scares me. Whether its old age, medications, lack of sleep, pain, the big head injury, or a combination of all of the above, I always cringe when people say, "At least you'll always have the memories." Happy thot for the day. lol