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We have been asked to light a candle and observe a minute of silence in memory of the victims of the Bondi Shooting, Sydney Australia, a week ago today.
It was an action that shocked our nation but also brings home that hate has no boundaries.
Thanks go to all the people who helped out selflessly during great danger and mayhem. Including the emergency services personnel.
My condolences to all who lost a loved one to the violence.
Plus deep condolences to all those in the wider community who have lost relatives in the senseless wars overseas.
Let the light overcome the darkness.
Having visited Bodie a number of times, I tried a few different shots this time. This image is taken with a converted IR camera and processed in PS for a vintage look.
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Havrekas - Halden - Norway
My nephew, in the summer of 2005
Memories are
timless treasures
of the heart
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from last year out on the playa. obviously we are not out there this year.. but i was thinking about it today. tonight the man will burn. feeling a bit nostalgic.
didn't post this last year after we got back... i suppose i wasn't quite happy with it. but um.. in this case there are no redos! so i figured what the hey.
i have my potd from yesterday and today, but still need to upload them off my camera.. and way to tired to do that this evening. so tomorrow. nite!
& for those in the usa... happy labor day weekend every one!
Flowers are a good metaphor for life, but stones, with their permanence and solidity, are good metaphor for memory. That is why in Jewish tradition, stones are placed on graves instead of flowers.
From my introduction-to-winter-mountaineering class last January. Seems a world ago. Was supposed to a second class in mid-March - it'll be next year now. They declared full lockdown starting today, so I'm browsing through my memories.
P.S: if, after all this is itself a memory, you ever decide to visit the Romanian mountains and want a local guide, Alpine Challenge are utterly awesome - and utterly awesome people, too.
It's the same in every churchyard you said
These memories of endless love
Etched out in unforgiving stone
But I would rather you told me now
Rather than when I am cold and dead
I thought we would be together
I didn't think I would be here alone
The stones are more for the living
A promise never to forget
A love to go on
I expect you think me ridiculous
Tidying up the flowers and the edges
As if you were still in bed
But I miss you my darling
So I have to be here instead
A section of the churchyard had been restored recently, and some graves and the inscriptions cleaned. This particular grave belonged to a couple who had passed away in the 1970's.
But somebody had come, after the restoration, and left a token in memory.
Wilmington Churchyard, East Sussex, UK.
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I have been collecting memories for a life time.....albums, pictures, and stories ......... storing them as we all have. This is a reminder of the beauty of it all!
Lake Karakul 3600 m above sea level, approx 200 km south of a city named Kashgar, China. The lake is surrounded with sand dunes and is located in the Kunlun mountains, with high peeks of 7500 m.
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this is a quote from a book by orson scott card entitled 'the memory of earth'. it is part one in the series called 'homecoming'.
i have read the ender's game series and the ender's shadow series and love them. also, the books from the women of genesis series are awesome.
i'm not sure if i've enjoyed this book as much as the ones from the other series so far...but this quote really struck home:
"Tears flowed from Nafai's eyes. I didn't understand. I never saw the city this way.
That's because you are your mother's son, your father's heir. Like all human beings, you assume that behind the masks of their faces, other people are fundamentally like yourself. But it isn't always so. Some of them can't see other people's happiness without wanting to destroy it, can't see the bonds of love between friends or mates without wanting to break them. And many others, who aren't malicious in themselves, become their tools in the hope of some short-term gain. The people have lost their vision..."
My brother, and some others, have often told me that my expectations of people is skewed (well, "too high", but i hate sounding as arrogant as I am)...because I expect them to act as I would. I've accepted that people aren't me...and I'm not them...but I thought this expressed a similar situation pretty well and it made me smile. This is a one-sided conversation from the 'oversoul' (a man-made 'greater being' of sorts ) and the protagonist of this book. Good read so far...I'd recommend it.
The little guys in the background...they are a different story. I lent my coat to a friend when he visited the Biltmore House in North Carolina...where I worked my way through college. It was late last spring in one of the last few cold spells and he hadn't prepared properly...I had a work coat and lent him mine personal one for the day...since I had to wear my work coat anyway. I didn't see him until a few weeks ago when I was down to NC for Christmas to see see family and friends. He returned my coat and when I wore it this week...I found the two small dinosaurs pictured above. One is orange with a helmet and football...the other purple with a baseball cap and bat. I found them while leaving work on Friday and they amused me greatly. I guess it really is the little things.
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"'Cause nothing lasts forever
And we both know hearts can change
And it's hard to hold a candle
In the cold november rain"
November Rain - Guns N' Roses
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Bem antigas :)
A spinning merry go round at night instills an indelible impression upon the mind of an onlooking child.....and of course adults who yearn to be young again.