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In the years to come..
Will you think about these moments that we shared..
In the years to come..
Are you gonna think it over
And how we lived each day with no regrets..
Nothing lasts forever though we want it to ..
The road ahead holds different dreams for me and you..
Sometimes goodbye, though it hurts in your heart,
is the only way for destiny
Sometimes goodbye, though it hurts,
is the only way now for you and me
Though it's the hardest thing to say
I'll miss your love in every way
So say goodbye
But don't you cry
cause true love never dies
In a year from now..
Maybe there'll be thing we'll wish we'd never said..
In a year from now..
Maybe we'll see each other
Standing on the same street corner though it rains..
Each and every end is always written in the stars..
If only I could stop the world
I'd make this last..
Sometimes goodbye, though it hurts in your heart,
is the only way for destiny
Sometimes goodbye, though it hurts,
is the only way now for you and me
Though it's the hardest thing to say
I'll miss your love in every way
So say goodbye
But don't you cry
cause true love never dies
And when you need my arms to run into
I'll comfort you
Nothing will ever change the way I feel
song :
On Saturday 11th July, Plantsbrook School opened its doors to the public for an event celebrating the school building's rich past and its exciting future, where the school building will be demolished with an all-new school being gradually built in its place. Being a former pupil as well as a photographer/journalist sent to cover the event, I set about diligently capturing as much of the school on camera as possible. It's astounding to think that by 2017, everything in these photographs will be gone...
Angela was my second cousin who died suddenly before Christmas. It was her funeral today. I learned how little I knew her or even about her - I'd known her only as a relative and a teacher. In real terms she was a published, respected academic, avid knitter, lover of language and its form, and more recently a huge gardener, whose opinion, as in every other area of her life was sought and respected. Another big surprise on this day of sadness - I met her nephew and niece for the first time, hitherto just names on Xmas cards and what lovely relatives to have. The cherry on the cake? My former English teacher, now 70, Dr Christine Hodgson, stood and read an excerpt from a Wordsworth poem. I was thrilled to see her again. Funerals should be a celebration of a life and this could not have been more so. An immensely moving service but one filled with love and great memories. I wish I'd known her better - what a beautiful woman.
Dad, summer 1942 after enlisting with the US Coast Guard. Last visit to his family in Oxford, PA before shipping out. He was assigned to the troopship Leonard Wood APA-12 which used "Coasties" to man the US naval ship. He is with the family dalmatian "Rip".
A brother have left.
On a long journey. Thought he´d need something to listen to:
Ave Maria by Fletcher Sheridan: www.youtube.com/watch?v=toIkp6aEclE
Better man by Pearl Jam: www.youtube.com/watch?v=hbpUfWz-rlc
"Dear Brother,
I guess you´re flying with some fancy airline and not taking the subway down south.
Send a postcard or something when you get to your final destination.
I´ve been thinking about you a lot lately.
When I felt a tear slowing coming out of my eye and noticed it was blood, I felt it was time to write a few words to you.
Good men leave the face of the earth early, Grandma used to say.
You left before me. Says a few things.
Your hands were cleaner than mine.
I travel light, and so did you.
The difference is that you got that thick, black Lonely Planet Guide to where you´re going.
I only have that glossy pamphlet full of bbq ads and discount coupons for liquid smoke and charcoal briquettes.
I´m not gonna grieve. Nor carry much sorrow.
Just keep you inside me.
If you´re not way too busy trying out that outfit of yours with wings on the back, please stop by every now and then and share some wisdom with me.
Some advice from the earthling left behind:
1. Wear sunscreen. You´re closer to the yellow disk than I am.
2. Don´t try doing some loop-the-loop at low altitude. You´d probably scare the crap out of innocent horses and other sensitive critters.
3. If you pop by. Make sure you shave and look good. There´s enough of ugly men in the family already.
Favors wanted:
Can you fix the weather please? Pour some water over the dry parts and take away the rain from here.
Keep the asphalt dry for me.
Make the snow in the winter fluffier and deeper.
Give C strength and patience to hang on to me. She already got a lot but hey, no one is infallible.
That´s it I think.
See you later, Erik.
On Saturday 11th July, Plantsbrook School opened its doors to the public for an event celebrating the school building's rich past and its exciting future, where the school building will be demolished with an all-new school being gradually built in its place. Being a former pupil as well as a photographer/journalist sent to cover the event, I set about diligently capturing as much of the school on camera as possible. It's astounding to think that by 2017, everything in these photographs will be gone...
On Saturday 11th July, Plantsbrook School opened its doors to the public for an event celebrating the school building's rich past and its exciting future, where the school building will be demolished with an all-new school being gradually built in its place. Being a former pupil as well as a photographer/journalist sent to cover the event, I set about diligently capturing as much of the school on camera as possible. It's astounding to think that by 2017, everything in these photographs will be gone...
After five wonderful weeks in Chennai India I'm now heading back to Sweden again.
And I'm saying goodbye to India with a sunrise picture taken this weekend in Yercaud, a very beautiful mountain place where I spent my last weekend.
So again I will be off Flickr for a couple of days. When I'm back again it's in a considerably colder place!!!!
On Saturday 11th July, Plantsbrook School opened its doors to the public for an event celebrating the school building's rich past and its exciting future, where the school building will be demolished with an all-new school being gradually built in its place. Being a former pupil as well as a photographer/journalist sent to cover the event, I set about diligently capturing as much of the school on camera as possible. It's astounding to think that by 2017, everything in these photographs will be gone...
Never see you again.
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(Cached from Aakarsh One Love One United's photo)
On Saturday 11th July, Plantsbrook School opened its doors to the public for an event celebrating the school building's rich past and its exciting future, where the school building will be demolished with an all-new school being gradually built in its place. Being a former pupil as well as a photographer/journalist sent to cover the event, I set about diligently capturing as much of the school on camera as possible. It's astounding to think that by 2017, everything in these photographs will be gone...
TEN FACTS.... ABOUT ME, A LONG OVERDUE TAGGING....
1. Respected archaeologists fight over my discarded apple cores
2. My beard alone has experienced more than a lesser man’s entire body.
3. I never says something tastes like chicken – not even chicken
4. I once punched a magician. That’s right. You heard me
5. On every continent in the world, there is a sandwich named after me.
6. I owns three sport cars and rent five
7. I can speak Russian… in French.
8. My tree houses have fully finished basements
9. I once went to a psychic… to warn her
10.My garden maze is responsible for more missing persons than the bermuda triangle.
I'll have a real one that applies to me when I come back, they take too long
Hmmm not to sure about the beard ones... but this is an absolute horrable shot, i am still very much working on ppl. until then.... I suck!
I wont be on flickr for quite a while, just stuff, ill be back sometime, but i am sure ill stop by a few times out of the month to visit your streams.
Goodbye
4468 Mallard and 4498 Dominion of Canada lookind resplendant in LNER Garter Blue livery outside the Shildon branch of the National Railway Museum in readiness for the Great Goodbye .
On Saturday 11th July, Plantsbrook School opened its doors to the public for an event celebrating the school building's rich past and its exciting future, where the school building will be demolished with an all-new school being gradually built in its place. Being a former pupil as well as a photographer/journalist sent to cover the event, I set about diligently capturing as much of the school on camera as possible. It's astounding to think that by 2017, everything in these photographs will be gone...
On Saturday 11th July, Plantsbrook School opened its doors to the public for an event celebrating the school building's rich past and its exciting future, where the school building will be demolished with an all-new school being gradually built in its place. Being a former pupil as well as a photographer/journalist sent to cover the event, I set about diligently capturing as much of the school on camera as possible. It's astounding to think that by 2017, everything in these photographs will be gone...
Taken in 2012.
Goodbye, Manhattan. A last look at the Manhattan skyline as our train headed north toward Connecticut.
Goodbye you howling beast
May you ever grow in our hearts
You were the grace that placed itself
Where the lands were so apart
You covered the tedious country
And you bridged the terrain
Now you will belong to heaven
Where the stars will spell out your name
And it seems to me you lived your life
Like a candle in the wind
Never fading with the sunset
When the rain set in
And your howls will always be heard
Along Bhor's greenest hills
Your blowers shut down long before
Your legend never will
(Inspired by Elton John's 'Candle in the Wind')
Goodbye 2011
2011 has been quites some year. When I first started to reflect back on it I could only see the negative. We lost Helen's sister Lorraine, my mom was hospitalized for nearly a month followed by weeks of rehab after very serious surgery, Helen's brother Richard has been hospitalized more time than I like to remember including for a stroke and heart attack,Helen had two strokes, and we lost our cousin Curtis Perry. I'm sure there are a few more that don't spring to mind at the moment, but you get the picture. It didn't take me long,however, to realize that there was another side to this ledger. Lorraine's son Xavier graduated from high school started college and found a job. He and his uncle Ernest found a place to live after loosing their home, mom is still with us (although back in the hospital again), my dad continues to faithfully care for her, Richard Fisher keeps bouncing back and was really there for us as Helen recovered and just needed someone to be there when I was at work. We went to Paris and to London with Paulette and Gerry to watch Shelley perform. What a treat. Our grandson Matteo was born in May. He is truely a blessing from God to all of us. Matteo was baptized. What a day. Helen survived her strokes and is thriving. Her challenges this year have made all of us more grateful for the gift that she is in our lives. In addition to the love and attention that her illness brought from friends and family locally (you know who you are) it also brought her sister Pat and brother Silas from far away to support her/us in our time of need. We helped Helen's friend Shirley celebrate her 60th birthday at a wonderful surprise party thrown by her kids. That was a stop along the way to Montreal where we had a great time at the jazz festival. Not long after that we joined the Flournory-Grant family reunion cruise to the Bahamas. Our dear friend Priscilla was ordained as a Deacon and Minister Alicial Johnson and Harold Eichelberber were ordained as minister. As on the other side of the ledger I know I have left out some important items here. But if the message is not clear the positive side of the ledger is alot longer than the negative side. God is good all the time. Thanks for a remarkable 2011 and we look forward to more blessing in 2012.
On Saturday 11th July, Plantsbrook School opened its doors to the public for an event celebrating the school building's rich past and its exciting future, where the school building will be demolished with an all-new school being gradually built in its place. Being a former pupil as well as a photographer/journalist sent to cover the event, I set about diligently capturing as much of the school on camera as possible. It's astounding to think that by 2017, everything in these photographs will be gone...
These are balloons flying away. They were released during a "transportation workers union" strike in downtown Seoul. It was an extremely peaceful protest that featured a lot of singing.
This photo is only 494.6 KB big! Now isn't that modest? I'll be fixing that nasty blue gradient sometime in the future.
Goodbye, Dear, Sweet Otis
A Terrible News Day
My foster family notified me this evening that they had to make the heartwrenching decision to say goodbye to one of their beloved canines. Tessa had crippling arthritis, near blindness, and the like; then what may well have been a necrotic tumor broke open and drained. They tried antibiotics in case it was merely an abscess, but Tessa could not bounce back. And now Tessa is gone.
Ten minutes after I read the e-mail from my friend on the farm, our neighbors, the ones who trade cat sitting with me, arrived for dinner. They brought devastating news. The family that adopted Otis and Frito just arrived home to Arizona after visiting Minnesota (we had dinner together on Monday night). Now, mind you, this is a family that dotes on their critters, as batty about them as most of us. Otis and Frito went to an absolutely marvelous home, not a doubt. But the family arrived home today to find Otis dead. Not just dead: he suffered a horrendous death. The person they entrusted their animals to, the lady's best friend in Arizona, allowed her mentally ill children to visit the house. Otis, the most loving, trusting, devoted feline--gentle beyond belief--was apparently strangled to death by one of the boys. The other two felines (Otis' brother Frito--now called Figaro--and Penelope who has been in my stream in the past) are acting traumatized, petrified of everyone and everything. Those two are by nature less trusting creatures than Otis thankfully (?!); otherwise they easily could have faced a similar fate to Otis. Incomprehensible.
A sad, sad day.
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