I BELIEVE IN THE BRIDGE ♥ Forever in My Heart ♥
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We had it confirmed yesterday that our dear Flickr friend, Gérard had left us. I say confirmed because I had noticed he had not reappeared as he always did and the days of his absence were increasingly disturbing. I thought about him often of late...his loyalty, consistent presence and most of all his humor. He is the only one I've ever known who I could really hear laugh when he wrote "LOL."
It's funny how this medium can actually develop what can only be defined as real friendships when one anticipates and looks forward to daily interactions and comments. I recall the shock I felt when he informed us of his condition...and clearly recall also the shock he himself felt in just those few dramatic words. I eagerly awaited his return to Flickr from his treatments and, when he did, marveled at his spirit during this impossibly difficult time.
Gérard and I shared musical tastes and frequently exchanged YouTube links we thought appropriate to an image or an expressed thought. In many ways, we were on the same "wave length" and we discussed and mourned the losses in the musical arena this year. And now he has joined them. It has indeed been a year of loss.
So adieu, mon ami. You will be missed deeply by many, as myself, who have never met or even spoken to you...a tribute indeed. Oh, and I can tell that's you captured in this image by the white head...;-)
And one more link to carry you onward...
" Would you hold my hand if I saw you in heaven?
Would you help me stand if I saw you in heaven?
I'll find my way through night and day
‘Cause I know I just can't stay here in heaven
Time can bring you down, time can bend your knees
Time can break your heart, have you begging please, begging please
Beyond the door, there's peace, I'm sure
And I know there'll be no more tears in heaven "
- Eric Clapton -
* Sometimes we need to burn our fears and forget our losses and just ride in a fast car and fly... *
" You got a fast car
I want a ticket to anywhere
Maybe we make a deal
Maybe together we can get somewhere
Anyplace is better
Starting from zero got nothing to lose
Maybe we'll make something... "
- TRACY CHAPMAN -
I've been taking a little bit of a break due to the sudden loss of my grandfather earlier this month. I wanted to create a photo to portray my emotions at this time. His funeral is coming up and I've just spent time thinking about what I'm doing with my real life, things I still want to accomplish, and the goals that I've made for myself. Thank you to everyone who has been understanding during my time away. I'll be returning to secondlife soon - Danielle
I came across this scene today. It fascinated me, but I did not know why. I still don't. It is Spring, and the lost glove points back to Winter. I guess, the scene is talking to me, about expectations and about loss. A lost Spring.
#AdamsPhotoChallenge
The death of any loved parent is an incalculable lasting blow because no-one ever loves you like that again... HATE
“Loss alone is but the wounding of a heart; it is memory that makes it our ruin.”
Brian Ruckley
This is a shot of a staged scene for a movie(at least that's what a person at the country cemetery where this was located at told me) that we came across many years ago(the base image was actually taken with a disposable camera). It was off the beaten path on our way to visit relatives in Kansas,the location is just a guess,it could have been NE Kansas.On a subsequent trip,it was gone.It wasn't nearly this haunting or surreal in real life,but that's why they call it sliders sunday!
The railway unions were on strike when we passed the Ribblehead Viaduct in the Yorkshire Dales, so there was little point in waiting for a train. In the background is Whernside, one of the Yorkshire Three Peaks. It is the highest at 2,415 feet above sea level, with the other two being Ingleborough and Pen-y-ghent. All three can be seen from near where this shot was taken.
The Ribblehead Viaduct in North Yorkshire is regarded as the most impressive structure on the Settle-Carlisle Railway. It is Grade II*-listed and dates from the 1870s when hundreds of railway builders ("navvies") lost their lives building the line, from a combination of accidents, fights, and smallpox outbreaks. In particular, building the Ribblehead (then called Batty Moss) viaduct, with its 24 massive stone arches 104 feet above the moor, caused such loss of life that the railway paid for an expansion of the local graveyard.
There is a fascinating and detailed historical note at en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ribblehead_Viaduct.
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son.
-Rudyard Kipling
Taken at Goatswood
At the beginning of an ill fated chase, SIRI crosses the bridge over the WNYP as they head south through Carrollton, New York.
i've been in SL almost 19 years. I've met and lost alot of people. Friends have passed and it always hurts. But this one shattered my whole heart.
***if you think SL is a game then you've already lost. ***
Masque... i will miss you forever. You touched a part of my soul with our friendship for the last 11 years.... I love you.
i will always be your ...Envy Motherfuckin' Watts
Rest easy my friend
When driving around we noticed this Coyote crossing the water body few hundred yards away. With binoculars we found what it was carrying. We kept following it and at some point realized that it is trying to cross the road and go to the other side. I positioned the car such that I can get a better view and hoped that it will cross the road. It did and I took a burst of pictures. This is the first one in the sequence where the tall grass did not obstruct all of the body.
The Green Woodpecker usd to come into our garden to feed on ants. Due to habitat loss and disturbance we no longer see or hear it nearby. The more common Great Spotted Woodpecker, however, is still an occasional visitor and has started searching in the same cracks and crevices of this low, old wall for ants and other insects in summer.
Thank you all for your kind responses.
Not long to go until we celebrate 🍁 Polaroid Week. We’re looking forward to seeing all your instant film images. So whether you shoot Polaroid or Instax, Integral or Pack Film or even Large format. As long as it’s instant film we want to see it.
www.flickr.com/groups/roidweek2021/
Have fun, keep clicking and hope to see you on the 24th!
I view life as nothing but an extremely lengthy game of wins and losses, and have been facing a lot of the latter as of late.
The same concept directly translates to photography. However, this was a unique scenario in which I was thrown a bit of both. I was testing out a new-to-me teleconverter here - win. BUT I didn't realize I would lose autofocus thanks to a technology gap - loss. I ran into the SCIH - win. Although the crew intended on heading back, they decided to call it an early day in South Chicago and would never return - loss. The weather was splendid for November- win. They only had one coil load to drag back - both.
Much like the contrast of monochromatic photography (that I've arguably been overdoing as of late?), we have highs and lows and blacks and whites, that can go WAY out of hand in either direction. But in the end, we look back and get something to remember, for better or worse, and at the very least, you can say you did it.
Does that sound strange? Well, let me tell you, it was indeed a strange sight to encounter. In this field, there were scores of dead grasshoppers clinging to these slender stalks. I was simply amazed. When I saw this pair, it really struck a chord. For some reason, it made me think of lost love. You know, losing a lover, the loss of a friendship, the loss of self-love. I'm sure that you catch my drift. Anyway, I found this to be very sad and yet comforting at the same time. After all, they died in each other's arms.
All losses are caused by different reasons, but a select few of them happen because something was straight out taken from us, or we were taken ourselves. Imagine being not only stripped of your clothes, your dignity, and your pride, but also being forced to go along for the ride. A ride that involves no acceptance, no going with the flow, no ability to fight, just being absolutely forced to comply with everything and everyone being taken from you.
This can all be metaphorical to describe a situation in your life, but it can also be exactly what it describes. Sex trafficking is still a very real thing and is one of the worst kind of losses you can go through as a human being. Did you know that over 27 million people a year are forced into jobs, not just sexual ones, but hard labor jobs as well? You hear about the numbers sometimes of women and girls forced to be sex slaves, but you don't hear about the number of slaves working on farms, ranches, in mines, and this doesn't even include the number of inmates locked up on bogus crimes and forced to do the jobs society has deemed undesirable. Silenced, subdued, shackled, and sometimes raped repeatedly, there are depths a person can fall into that are unimaginable while the rest of the world declares "We should do something." While sipping their starbucks, and going to get a massage on the weekend at the spa from one of the trafficked women in town.
Next time you feel like you've lost everything, just remember there's a lot further you could fall, and your situation can most likely be fixed a lot easier than some other people's darkest days.
These are pictures Terry has sent to me over the years that we have been friends.
This is one of the many poems he has sent to me also.
Tears fall from Heaven
From the Savior’s eyes
Passing through the sunlight
Made a rainbow in the sky.
Jesus Christ is weeping
For us He’s shedding tears
He’s been crying for humanity
The last two thousand years.
His tears for the sinner
The ones who won’t believe
Tears for all the children
Who are tempted and deceived.
The rainbow made with teardrops
From the Savior up above
A constant reminder to us
His sign of precious love.
The archway to paradise
The rainbow in the sky
Jesus will be waiting
His hand for you and I.
The rainbow holds the earth
So we won’t drift apart
A constant reminder to us
God’s pouring out His heart.
The rainbow in the sky
Tears shed for you and me
Started back two thousand year
Upon the dogwood tree.
Tears of total forgiveness
He shed for you and I
You can see them still today
Each rainbow in the sky/
By: Terry D. VanHaute
Iron Mountain, Michigan