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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 are not what they used to be
Missing one inside of me
Deathly lost, this can't be real
Cannot stand this hell I feel
Emptiness is filing 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 to 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 good-bye
Fade To Black ….. Metallica
View across the floor of Death Valley between Stovepipe Wells and Furnace Creek. The hills faded in the distance and the mountains were obscured by low clouds and rain.
my interpretation of thursday's theme at picture this-
picturethis.clubmom.com/picture_this/2007/08/fade-into-yo...
Faded labelscar of the Kids R Us department at Murrieta's Toys R Us store, it currently is a Toys R Us/Babies R Us store; this photo is from the rear of the store facing the 215 Freeway
"Epreuve douloureuse selon laquelle l'être aimé semble se retirer de tout contact, sans même que cette indifférence énigmatique soit dirigée contre le sujet amoureux ou prononcée au profit de qui que ce soit d'autre, monde ou rival. (...)
La jalousie fait moins souffrir, car l'autre y reste vivant. Dans le fading, l'autre semble perdre tout désir, il est gagné par la Nuit."
Roland Barthes, Fragments d'un discours amoureux.
“Women need real moments of solitude and self-reflection to balance out how much of ourselves we give away.” Barbara De Angelis
♥♥♥.
Today I put out a few of my military items. I am missing my days as an Airman, and am feeling as if those memories are fading too fast. I have no regrets on my decision to retire, and feel so fortunate to be able to spend these days with our daughters, at home. But, I do miss the camaraderie, the discipline, the way of life I lived for so many years; my daily lunches with my sweet hubby. So, today I am reflecting on my past, knowing it will only enhance my future.
p.s. This is the jacket and boots I wore on my last day of active duty. My hat still sits in my vehicle window, as it did for the last 23 years.
Really so much better large and dark
I took an extra holiday after New Year, which coincided with a nice snowfall - we decided to park up at the Royal Oak pub and walk across the fields to Minsden Chapel (more on this later, but quite an interesting ruin). The sun was setting as we walked back to the car and was just too good to miss...
.. despite my "I'm done with sunset pictures" shot last autumn I just had to share this.
The colours were absolutely stunning and, although I'm no astronomer, I believe that Venus is visible (just over half way up on the left).
For some reason the view inspires memories of the seminal Fade Into You by Mazzy Star... the voice of Hope Sandoval drifts over the cold snow...
...all together now...
I want to hold the hand inside you
I want to take a breath thats true
I look to you and I see nothing
I look to you to see the truth
You live your life
You go in shadows
Youll come apart and youll go black
Some kind of night into your darkness
Colors your eyes with whats not there.
Fade into you
Strange you never knew
Fade into you
I think its strange you never knew
A strangers light comes on slowly
A strangers heart without a home
You put your hands into your head
And then smiles cover your heart
Fade into you
Strange you never knew
Fade into you
I think its strange you never knew
Fade into you...........
Enjoy
I wonder if you remember my Mother's blue Irises. On the East side of the house, along the walk by the garage.
I wonder if you remember my Mother,
tending her garden, on the East side of the house,
along the walk by the garage.
Antique they call it this setting , resembling a colour faded old print . Seems appropriate for the era of this period scene , could be taken 40 years back with a pinch of imagination .
GreazeFest
Brisbane