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This one is still in use and I've seen it driving on several occasions.
The looks to be the remains of a "Debut" sticker.
Also seen by Rich.W
Entropy / Renewal
Week 16 theme
52 weeks: 2012 edition
This weeks challenge gave me lot to think about.. I had no idea where to start.. but then I noticed the bougainvillea in my garden is displaying the full range of its beauty, from bright new buds, through fully open flowers, down to the faded remains on the ground. And I do love my bougainvillea, so this was a great opportunity to make a real study of it : )
When you are not here,I let the wind carry
all my love and my messages to you.
Hopping you listen my voice in the faded breeze...
VivA Photo © Ambar Ruiz
BNSF 697 a faded Warbonnet loco leads CP train #484 Eastbound at Lake Forest, IL Thanks to Chazewood for the heads up!
The fade to grey on a chilly day on the very month before May on the boat heading to a bay... but the price of the ferry makes you dearly pay.
Done for Macro Mondays 'Love Songs'.
Patsy Cline is a favorite singer, and I listen to her 12 Greatest Hits often.
'Faded Love' is one of her sweetest. In 1963 Patsy died in a tragic plane crash
at the peak of her career. We miss her.
I miss you darling, more and more every day
As Heaven would miss the stars above
With every heartbeat I still think of you
And remember our faded love.
Dilemma: How to illustrate Faded Love? It took a good deal of sliding & tweaking,
soft focus and de-saturation to achieve the above image. HMM!
I saw this quote and could not help but be moved by wondering if this is how my father felt when his "one and only" was no longer able to remember due to the cruel thief of Alzheimer's dementia. It struck me so, that I wanted to try to use a photo to capture a sense of loss and fading. Again, from Kim Klassen's Beyond Layers e-Course, using techniques learned and adding a pattern, I think it captured that mood.
Out my window, out my door, Mogadore, Summit County, Ohio
With a spine spear and thornax launcher, Apokzi was once a fierce and successful glatorian for Iconox. After a long career, a crippling injury forced him into retirement, where he faded from the public eye in favour of the newer and younger glatorians to enter the arenas.
Where he is today, no one knows. He has not been seen or heard from in many years.
120-marie002
Memory fades as life goes on.
technically this picture is a pure failure : blur of moving subject, blur of misfocusing, blur of lowspeed and handheld.
But...
The roll stood undevelopped during 6 years, carefully stocked in
my fridge, because I knew there were on it some pictures from someone who left us few month later. I was afraid of destroying them with my manual process.
thanks to a good friend (God bless him), Theses pictures are safe. But this one grew on me. The movement of my little girl, the general blur with only this tiny part of shoes less blurred than the picture, appeared to me as a picture of time going on. Our memory fades, details disapear, but the mood stays.
Carpe Diem, sed habeo, non habeor.
Amici, diem non perdidi.
This homemade print has been on my wall for a few years. Don't know what went wrong, but it is not supposed to look like this. Looks more like 160 years old than less than 10...
The light was fading as I got a third photo of this interesting cloud formation. The details were diminishing fast. By the time I was ready to get another still it didn't look interesting anymore.
I rarely get emotional over my work, but these recent paintings have really moved me. Inspired by childhood photographs of my little brother and I recently sent to me by my mother. A time gone by - a lifetime ago - a brother that I miss. These paintings are loose and fragmented like my memories. 5x5 Oil on paper.
ROANOKE VA: VIRGINIA MUSEUM OF TRANSPORTATION: Isn't it outrageous to let a historical gem like this to fade into oblivion? Well, it would have been had the Museum not jumped in, raised the necessary funds, and spiffed it up cosmetically to as good as new. I haven't been up to the Museum for nearly two years so I will be pleased to see the 'new' 1776 on my next visit.
The 1776 is a General Motors EMD SD-45 built in 1970 and served until 1974 when it was rededicated as a Bicentennial Commemorative. In 1978 the engine was repainted Norfolk & Western black and continued in service until February, 1988.
In 1991, the 1776 was donated by Norfolk Southern to the Museum and was repainted from the N&W black to the red, white, and blue scheme but the paint didn't last.
Man, I'm getting dizzy from all these paint fumes.
For more details go to the official Museum website.
On my last vacation, I was lucky enough to be able to visit another very dear friend from my university days. She lives in Cyprus and we had not seen each other in 2 years. My, where does the time go? My very first time in the Mediterranean and I wasn't disappointed. While we were out exploring on Christmas Day and Boxing Day, we came across this small inconspicuous flower in the field near the famed mosaics. It was "winter" time so there weren't many flowers to be seen at all. So of course I went to go take a look. On closer inspection, you will see that the flower isn't perfect. It's partially eaten away by the snails and the petals are a bit torn. But, it's still there....surviving.
I had to look it up but I found that the flower is "Anemone Coronaria", I believe. My friend told me that it opens to face the wind as it blows. In fact the name is derived from the Greek word meaning wind. I found this fascinating for some reason, not because I didn't believe her. But it never ceases to amaze me how much nature is in harmony with itself. I love using selective colour as an "isolation tool" in my photos but I hadn't done one for a while. So I used it here and took out most of the colour from the surrounding grass. If you look carefully, you can still make out a hint of green in the blades of grass.
There is a particular passage in the bible that states "to everything, there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven". I take this to mean that everything happens for a reason, and no matter how hard the time seems, it eventually comes to a close. That is comforting when you are going through it. I can go further to say that with every ending, there is always a chance for rebirth and reinvention. And with that prospect, there is hope. :) So as this beauty fades, I'm sure that the seeds will blossom in the next season to delight whoever is lucky enough to pass by and see them or whatever sleeping flowers lie dormant, awaiting warmer weather.
Wishing you all a very good and safe weekend!
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I've recently been feeling this way. lazy like a sloth and at the same time like fading from the world.
I just got a new job so I've been busy(actually that's just an excuse. but I did get a new job) I will try my best to make images, I just hope I have the time.
turns out I WON'T be doing that job. oh well more time for me then.
I kinda dont like this one though.
I should have begun my project long ago, and this one is now really fading. I'm starting to withdraw this one from work.
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I had wanted to make photos of my shirts, but I don't like selfies very much. The solution? Just make photos of the fabrics!
I don't buy the same brands every time. Because of my small frame, finding the right size in Canada is challenging, so I basically buy whatever brand that fits, often even regardless of colours or patterns. I just buy it if it fits, because again, it's not easy to find clothes that fit me.
A young girl from around 1900 with a fancy hat. No identity or photographer.
I enhanced her a bit using Aviary after I posted her here. She is still faded, but not as much.
A faded enamel fire hydrant sign on the former entrance building of the Charing Cross, Euston & Hampstead Railway station at Euston, The building awaits demolition to facilitate the expansion of Euston station for HS2. 19th January 2018.
I thought the fading blooms of the Tulip were kind of neat as they wrinkle and fade, having done their job of attracting pollinators.
Manchester's coat of arms, on the side of the old tram shed/waiting rooms in Heaton Park. 'By counsel and hard work'
- I had thought the animal on the left was a unicorn but it's supposed to be an antelope. I hadn't noticed the pair of antlers.
- According to Wikipedia, the chain on the antelope represents engineering.
- The antelope also seems to have a prominent flacid penis. What aspect of Manchester does that represent, I wonder? It's not present in the present-day version of the coat of arms.
- The shield must be the source of UMIST's logo
From Wikipedia:
"Gules, three bendlets enhanced Or; a chief argent, thereon on waves of the sea a ship under sail proper. On a wreath of colours, a terrestrial globe semée of bees volant, all proper. On the dexter side a heraldic antelope argent, attired, and chain reflexed over the back Or, and on the sinister side a lion guardant Or, murally crowned Gules; each charged on the shoulder with a rose of the last. Motto : Concilio et Labore"".
The Shield : red (Gules) with three gold (Or) bands drawn diagonally across to the right hand side. The white (Argent) top segment (the Chief), shows a ship at sea in full sail. This is a reference to the city's trading base and to the Manchester Ship Canal. Crest : On a multicoloured wreath stands a terrestrial globe, signifying Manchester's world trade, and covered by a swarm of flying bees. The bee was adopted in the 19th century as a symbol of industry - Manchester being the birthplace of the Industrial Revolution. Supporters : On the left a heraldic antelope with a chain attached to a gold (Or) collar, representing engineering industries, and hanging at the shoulder, the red rose of Lancashire, in which county Manchester once was. On the right a golden lion stands guardant (facing us), crowned with a red (Gules) castle (a reference to the Roman fort at Castlefield from which the city originated). The lion also wears the Lancashire Rose. Motto : "Concilio et Labore" - loosely translated "By wisdom and effort" (or 'By counsel and hard work')."
“Foto's zien is iets anders dan foto's kijken,' zeg ik. 'Iedereen kan foto's kijken maar een foto zien betekent dat je hem kunt lezen. Aan de ene kant heb je mensen en hun culturele voortbrengselen, aan de andere kant heb je de natuur. Bomen, meren, wolkenluchten spreken op foto's een algemene voor iedereen verstaanbare taal. Buiten de tijd om als het ware. Mensen, bouwwerken, wegen en koffiebussen daarentegen kunnen alleen gelezen worden in een bepaalde context, in de tijd, worden gelezen. U kunt dat fotoalbum op tafel voor het grootste deel niet lezen omdat u de noodzakelijke achtergrondinformatie mist. U was er niet bij. U kunt zich er met andere woorden niets bij voorstellen omdat u zich niet herinneren kunt wat eens echt te zien was. Het is uw verleden niet.”
~ J. Bernlef (Hersenschimmen)