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We had about thirty Ukrainian refugees living in the neighborhood, they created memories for themselves. They planted trees, put up birdhouses, carved wooden figures and were very nice. Now they have moved on.
Wonderful memories of paradise and an unforgettable honeymoon.
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Souvenirs merveilleux du paradis et d’une lune de miel inoubliable
Ruins of an old stone house out in the wooded countryside near Monato, South Australia.
I don't have any more information on this building.
It's cold here in London, so damn cold. I haven't been out with a camera for what seems like ages. I have good intentions but every morning I look outside at the frost and it doesn't take long for the motivation to completely desert me. Maybe tomorrow...
Meanwhile here's one I prepared earlier. Last summer to be accurate, taken on a little jewel of a 35mm film camera that is just a joy to shoot with.
35mm film photography
Olympus OM2n camera
Olympus Zuiko 50mm f/1.8
Agfa Vista 200 film (expired 2015)
I try to scatter the light so it becomes only tangible
and in the dark I try to hide for the time,
because with aging the dreams are molting and memories fade,
evaporate.
This is why music is my endless desire to you.
This is why my cello hums - very gently and almost inaudibly - on the colours of orange and red.
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Ik probeer het licht zo te verstrooien
dat het alleen nog tastbaar wordt
en in het donker probeer ik me
te verstoppen voor de jagende tijd
omdat bij het ouder worden de dromen vervellen
en de herinneringen vervagen,
verdampen
zo is muziek mijn eindeloos verlangen naar jou,
zo neuriet mijn cello - heel zachtjes en haast onhoorbaar - op de tonen van oranje en rood
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Listen to Jóhann Jóhannsson - Flight From The City
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Ricordare è come buttarsi in una piscina, ma al contrario: il corpo che esce dall’acqua, prima con i piedi, e ritorna nel trampolino.
(Sir Laurence Olivier)
Touch me. It's so easy to leave me all alone with the memory...
Our dahlia field is now in hibernation, their bulbs are in the garage! But their successors, the tulips, will delight us with beautiful flowers in spring; they are already in the ground...
In memory of John Edward Haden Sr passed peacefully in his sleep February 18th 2026.
Here with his father Wilfred Charles Haden a WW2 Veteran and a Canadian War Hero to whom this group is dedicated along with his brother Edward.
Please be respectful and honour his passing now reunited with his father Wilfred after bravely fighting his own battle with ill health.
May you rest in peace with Wilfred Edward and the many members of the Haden family who served their country.
*~ Memories ~*
A new day slips
Ever so quietly into my room ...
Tiny fingers of light
Touch my cheek
In a loving Caress.
Shadows of memories
Lost in the clutter,
The past marches by me,
Soldiers in time.
Each piece a picture in time
Of what was and maybe
What will be ...
Could be ...
Should be,
Stories waiting to be told.
Clutter and time,
Rhythm and rhyme,
I sit in the silence
and think
Of things that were
And things to come,
And in the stillness
I know
Silence is not golden;
It's just lonely.