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This photo is dedicated to my friends, libbylou1300 and janusz l who have, each, lost someone very close to them recently. They and their families are in my thoughts and prayers.
Mark Schultz
"I Have Been There"
For the Crazy Tuesday challenge: Childhood Memories. The fact that I have childhood memories of loving to play marbles likely dates me a bit but I loved it way back then. Happy Crazy Tuesday!
Imagine if I was given one moment,
just a single slice of my past.
I could hold it close forever,
and that moment would always last.
I'd put the moment in a safe,
within my hearts abode.
I could open it when I wanted,
and only I would know the code.
I could choose a time of laughing,
a time of happiness and fun.
I could choose a time that tried me,
through everything I've done.
I sat and thought about what moment,
would always make me smile.
One that would always push me,
to walk that extra mile.
If I'm feeling sad and low,
if I'm struggling with what to do.
I can go and open my little safe,
and watch my moment through.
There are moments I can think of,
that would lift my spirits everytime.
The moments when you picked me up,
when the road was hard to climb.
For me to only pick one moment,
to cherish, save and keep,
Is proving really difficult,
as I've gathered up a heap!
I've dug deep inside my heart,
found the safe and looked inside,
there was room for lots of moments,
in fact hundreds if I tried.
I'm building my own little library,
embedded in my heart,
for all the moments spent with you,
before you had to part.
I can open it up whenever I like,
pick a moment and watch it through,
My little library acts as a promise,
I'll never ever forget you
With no photography trips happening this year due to having to get some things fixed up around the house, which is the downside of buying an older home as I suppose eventually the chickens come home to roost, I decided to take some mental vacations and go through a few shots that didn't get posted back then.
This is a shot from the Hungry Horse Dam area of Montana.
That's how I wrote my first name when I was a child. My parents then had it engraved on the necklace pendant.
So hatte ich in meiner Kindheit meinen Rufnahmen geschrieben. Das ließen meine Eltern dann auf dem Halskettenanhänger eingravieren.
Canon P canon28mm/f2.8 TriX ASA800 コニド－ルファイン1：1 24℃ 8min OpticFilm8200
今の大阪城は旅行客でにぎわっている・記録としての写真は当時考えもしなかった・・・
アルバムも見てください・・・
The Tower of Memories is a mausoleum located at Crown Hill Cemetery in Wheat Ridge, Colorado, US. The seven story building is 158 feet (48.16 m) tall; its entrance is at 29th Avenue and Wadsworth Boulevard.
The building was designed with Gothic detailing by Charles A. Smith in 1926. After his firm failed in 1928, the architects William and Arthur Fisher were commissioned to continue the construction. World War II caused further delays to the building's construction. In 1948, the architect John Monroe was hired to complete the building.
National Register of Historic Places - NRHP - 87001725
(Wikipedia)
Life brings simple pleasures to us every day. It is up to us to make them wonderful memories.
Cathy Allen
Shot at Aluva ,Periyar river side.. canon 1000d+55-250mm
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Sometimes a memory comes so close to being completely in focus yet it seems faded and slightly out of reach. Perhaps, time is kind to us and the prettiest part of that memory is the part that is just out of reach.
May all your memories be beautifully faded.
Colorado, USA
2009
Thank you for your visits and comments. I do appreciate you.
In memory of my father: 18/09/1934 25/05/2015
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Yi-4iodtddw
Ora che il vento ha fatto il mio nome
E la mia stella è affievolita e si intravede appena nello spazio vuoto
E il saggio con un occhio solo, grande padre nel cielo ha placato la mia fiamma.
Per quelli che mi erano vicini
A quei pochi che mi erano cari
Io chiedo loro di non avere ne dubbi ne paure.
Quando le grandi nubi riempiranno l’aria
E il tuono romberà lontano nel cielo
Sarai sicuro che avrò raggiunto la gioiosa sala in alto
Con accanto i miei fratelli di sangue
Tutti figli del padre con un occhio solo
Noi nati nella terra del sangue e del ghiaccio
E ora tutti voi che potete ascoltare la mia canzone
Portata dal vento del nord, non abbiate paura
Anche se la notte può sembrare infinita e per sempre oscura
Ci sarà un’alba dorata
Alla fine della notte per tutti coloro su cui splende la stella del nord
Le grandi porte della sala in alto
Saranno spalancate e daranno il benvenuto a tutti voi
E Odino ci saluterà, noi portatori di un cuore pulsante.
On a beautiful warm Wednesday evening I cycled over to the Millennium dome as I still like to call it or present title the 02 arena on Greenwich peninsula along the Thames river path from Woolwich.
The largest concert venue in the UK was certainly different & quieter to the last time I was here for obvious reasons!
It has never been my favourite London music venue as I prefer the sound, exciting atmosphere & slope of Brixton academy. The perfect size, funny memories & acoustics of London forum & the beautiful intimacy of Union chapel.
But it holds a special place in my heart as it reminds me of my dear departed mum who visited here with her friends when it opened back in 2000 & I remember her so happy about telling me what a fantastic day she had, showing me photos & momentos she had bought....Joyful memories :0)
Very iconic black sand of Hawaii found here in SL with an instant RL memory of the surreal of such a dark color where it should be almost white and so light and bright. Takes the mind back to the video of Wicked Game by Chris Isaak and how the B&W video was and remains iconic.
Decided to get in my trunks, lay about on the beach and let the warm weather keep me until I could dip in and cool off in the Pacific ocean.
And when my fading memory,
Like the after-midnight trams,
Stops only at the main stations,
I will not forget you.
I will remember
That quiet evening, endless in your eyes,
The stifled sob upon my shoulder,
Like snow that cannot be brushed off.
The separation came
And I departed, far from you.
Nothing unusual,
But some night
Someone's fingers will weave themselves into your hair,
My distant fingers, stretching across the miles.
Poetry: Ismail Kadare
Source: www.albanianliterature.net/authors_modern1/kadare-i_poetr...
I look back on the summer with nostalgia. It's raining here, it's cold. I can enjoy the pictures of summer.
This is in loving memory of my Uncle Billy- my Mom's brother and only sibling. He was a great and kind man, could always make you laugh. He passed away this afternoon. God bless his soul.