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23. Goodbye Summertime - Poland - 26/09/2016...
Sony SLT A55V + Tamron 90.0 mm...
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© 2016 Zbigniew Walkiewicz...
“Sometimes I arrive just when God's ready to have somone click the shutter.” - Ansel Adams...
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The last my photo from this beautiful town, then we continued our journey towards the Dolomites :)
Muggia is an Italian town in the region of Friuli-Venezia Giulia on the border with Slovenia. Lying on the eastern flank of the Gulf of Trieste, Muggia is the only Italian port town in Istria. The town's architecture is marked by its Venetian and Austrian history, and its harbour hosts a modern 500-berth marina for yachts (Porto San Rocco). Muggia originated as a prehistoric fortified village (castelliere), around 8th-7th century BC. The territory was conquered in 178–177 BC by the Romans, who created here a settlement. In 1420 it became part of the Republic of Venice and in 1797, Muggia became part of the Austrian Empire. After World War I and the dissolution of Austria-Hungary, the town was annexed to the Kingdom of Italy and incorporated into the Province of Trieste. Muggia provides many evident traces of its Venetian traditions and origin, as showed by the dialect, the gastronomic traditions, the gothic-venetian style of some houses, the loggias, the ogive arches, the ancient coats of arms on the façades but mostly the main square, a true Venetian "campiello".
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To już ostatnie moje zdjęcie z tego uroczego miasteczka i pojechaliśmy dalej, w stronę Dolomitów :)
Muggia - miejscowość we Włoszech na półwyspie Istria, w regionie Friuli-Wenecja Julijska, w prowincji Triest. Jest jedynym włoskim miastem portowym na półwyspie Istria. W architekturze miasta dominują wpływy weneckie i austriackie, zaś w porcie znajduje się nowoczesna przystań dla jachtów z 500 miejscami postojowymi (Porto San Rocco). Muggia powstała jako prehistoryczna ufortyfikowana wioska (castelliere) około VIII-VII wieku p.n.e. Obszar ten został podbity w latach 178–177 p.n.e. przez Rzymian, którzy stworzyli tutaj osadę. W 1420 r. Muggia stała się częścią Republiki Weneckiej, a w 1797 r. weszła w skład Cesarstwa Austriackiego. Po I wojnie światowej i rozpadzie Austro-Węgier miasto zostało przyłączone do Królestwa Włoch i włączone do prowincji Triest. W Muggii można znaleźć wiele śladów weneckich tradycji i kultury, o czym świadczą dialekt, tradycje gastronomiczne, gotycko-wenecki styl niektórych domów, loggie, ostrołuki, starożytne herby na fasadach, ale przede wszystkim główny plac, prawdziwe weneckie „campiello”.
Say Goodbye
Eva Cassidy
It’s funny how the distance can make you feel close
and the things you lost are the things you want most.
The weather’s fine here, perfect shade of blue,
I guess that’s why I’ve been thinking of you.
So I called you up just to tell you why, why I left you and say goodbye.
Oh, must be the mood I’m in, I’m thinking of you again.
I called you up just to tell you why, why I left you and say goodbye.
I know you’re different now and I guess I changed too.
And I thought what was once so right was so wrong for you.
Yesterday I was talking and I heard your name,
the weather’s fine here with a slight chance of rain.
So I called you up just to tell you why, why I left you and say goodbye.
Oh, must be the mood I’m in, I’m thinking of you again.
I called you up just to tell you why, why I left you and say goodbye.
Time makes you sorry for the things that you’ve done.
Sometimes you walk away and sometimes you run.
And the weather’s fine here, I can feel a slight chill,
Something’s change babe and some never will.
So I called you up just to tell you why, why I left you and say goodbye.
Oh, must be the mood I’m in, I’m thinking of you again.
I called you up just to tell you why, why I left you and say goodbye.
I called you up just to tell you why, to say I love you and to say goodbye.
OTP International in Bucharest. Part of the airport building has the shape of the huge guitar, here seen from the bottom of it.
Himare, Albania, after sunset, single frame version and a complete mosquitofest.
Saying "what a bizarre year" stopped making sense every year since 2019 became more and more bizarre, wishing the best for everyone in 2025, but I'm not optimistic. This will be my final upload in 2024, the next one will be from a "new" country for me, but it will not be a photo taken in that country.
Breaking friendships feels like losing a part of your history—quietly watching the pages tear from a book you thought you'd keep forever.
Breaking hearts isn't always loud; sometimes it’s the silence after a goodbye that aches the most.
But in the ruins of it all, there's a mother—soft arms, steady voice, and eyes that have seen you fall and rise.
She doesn't ask why or how.
She just pulls you close, dries the tears, and reminds you that love still exists, even when the world feels like it's falling apart.
How Can I Help You Say Goodbye - Patty Loveless
Thank you for making me who I am.
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Dress - Sorumin - Village Vibe
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Another monument to King Coal disappears, with the demolition of the cooling towers at Rugeley. Images are big crops, I was well away from the action.
"Look mummy, there's an aeroplane up in the sky"
Did-did-did-did-you see the frightened ones?
Did-did-did-did-you hear the falling bombs?
Did-did-did-did-you ever wonder why we had to run for shelter
When the promise of a brave new world
Unfurled beneath a clear blue sky?
Did-did-did-did-you see the frightened ones?
Did-did-did-did-you hear the falling bombs?
The flames are all long gone, but the pain lingers on.
Goodbye, blue sky
Goodbye, blue sky.
Goodbye.
Pink Floyd - The Wall (1979) goear
Thoughtfully;
A man who dares to waste one hour of time has not discovered the value of life.
Charles Darwin mentioned and I definitely agree:)
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Best regards & hugs:),
Sunny
...and good riddance. Twilight clouds over the coastal path at my local beach (Langland).
"Ring out, wild bells. to the wild sky,
The flying cloud, the frosty light:
The year is dying in the night;
Ring out, wild bells, and let him die.
Ring out the old, ring in the new,
Ring, happy bells, across the snow:
The year is going, let him go;
Ring out the false, ring in the true.
Ring out the grief that saps the mind,
For those that here we see no more;
Ring out the feud of rich and poor,
Ring in redress to all mankind"
Tennyson. From 'In Memoriam'.
As we are about to enter the season of Winter, here's hoping these russet colours will stay a while longer.
I had doubts about this shot as it was hand held at slow shutter speed, but I may have just about got away with it...if you don't look to close!
Stuff I'm Wearing:
Hair: Tram
Dress: Flora
Shoes: KC Couture
Haircomb w/flower: Kotte
Lipstick: Delicatta
Jewelry: Vibing &
Drink & Purse: Tentacio
Wallet & Phone: Movement
Pose: La Plume (.collection Pauline)
Sim/Destination: Aurelias (link may be dead)
**Thank you, Gogo and Sparkely, for sharing your beautiful sim with us!**
The last few days have been cool, cloudy and drizzly! So goodbye autumn and welcome to a winter like we haven't seen for a long while. At least we are able to get out walking in the drizzle and mist.
The collage above is from the Alfred Nicholas Memorial Gardens in the lovely Dandenong Ranges.
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So this is it
I say goodbye
To this chapter of my ever-changing life
And there's mistakes
The path is long
And I'm sure I'll answer for them when I'm gone
So when the day comes in
The sun won't touch my face
Tell the ones who cared enough
That I finally left this place
Its been so cold
Look at my face
All the stories it will tell I can't erase
The road is long
Just one more song
A little something to remind you when I'm gone
When I'm gone