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Ekshärad , juni 2025
JOHAN TINGLÖF. Legendarische klokkenmaker, geboren in 1751, overleden in 1812. Van Tinglöf werd gezegd dat hij bovennatuurlijke krachten bezat, waardoor hij overwicht had op mens en dier. Hij bouwde de torenklok van de kerk op 21-jarige leeftijd en zette zijn handtekening op meer dan 400 bewaard gebleven staande klokken. Als gevolg van zijn verzet tegen de parochieheren werd hij uit het dorp verbannen en stierf hij verarmd in het Stakberg-huisje in het bos. Volgens de legende zou hij over de torenklok hebben gezegd: "Als ik sterf, zal hij stoppen". Ondanks verschillende pogingen na Tinglöfs dood is het niemand gelukt de klok weer aan de praat te krijgen.
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JOHAN TINGLÖF. Legendary clockmaker born 1751, died 1812. Tinglöf was said to be imbued with supernatural powers which gave him ascendancy over human-beings and animals. He built the church´s steeple clock at the age of 21 years and put his signature to over 400 preserved grandfather clocks. As a result of his defiance against the parish overlords, he was banished from the village and died impoverished in Stakberg cottage in the forest. According to legend he was quoted to have said about the steeple clock “when I die, it will stop”. Despite several attempts following Tinglöf´s death, nobody has succeeded in re-starting the clock.
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Here's to the ones that we got
Cheers to the wish you were here, but you're not
'Cause the drinks bring back all the memories
Of everything we've been through
Toast to the ones here today
Toast to the ones that we lost on the way
'Cause the drinks bring back all the memories
And the memories bring back, memories bring back you
There's a time that I remember, when I did not know no pain
When I believed in forever, and everything would stay the same
Now my heart feel like December when somebody say your name
'Cause I can't reach out to call you, but I know I will one day, yeah
Everybody hurts sometimes
Everybody hurts someday, aye aye
But everything gon' be alright
Go and raise a glass and say, aye
342/365
Today's advent calendar door contained a memory with pictures from the past year :)
Yesterday I also took a picture, but I didn't like it that much, so the upload for day 341 just stays off :)
Memoris of freedom. Now travel is restricted, it's good to look back to the memories in pictures in 2019, the last year of freedom. We never thought of that. It will never be the same again ever, as my personal conviction goes. Normality will never come back, call me pessimistic and KJ all you like but face the truth and don't be too damn to look continually at your rose coloured glasses. Or unless you take the snake bite you feel a bit secure, but not when you know there's dead witch concoction snake venom in that which pierced you skin. I'm not getting it.
1 Cor 3:16 -17
" Do you not know that you yourselves are God’s temple, and that God’s Spirit dwells in you? 17If anyone destroys God’s temple, God will destroy him; for God’s temple is holy, and you are that temple..."
This Lego wedding cake holds two big memories for me. Growing up, my best friend from grade school and I played with Legos all the way into our college years. As you can likely tell, these are the classic Legos before they came out with the themed kits. This cake reminds me of my childhood friend and the good times we had together.
He was the Best Man in my wedding and used his collection of Legos to build this cake to present to my wife and I on our rehearsal dinner night. This cake is also a lasting memory and symbol of our wedding day and marriage.
This cake has been on display in our home every day for the last 34 years (35 years this November).
Shot for Smile on Saturday! :-), Full of Memories
This Farm Reminds Me Of A 3rd Grade Class Trip I Was On. The Teacher, Mrs Irving Asked Everyone What Sounds We Had Heard At The Farm.
Billy Perkins said, "Moooo"
Susie Clapper said, "Baaaaa"
Jimmy Wilson said, "Quack Quack"
When She Asked Me, I Said The Sound I Heard Was The Farmer Shouting, "Get Off That Fuckin' Tractor!"
Isle of Wight - a place I call home.
“What I like about photographs is that they capture a moment that’s gone forever, impossible to reproduce.”
― Karl Lagerfeld
Memories
Elaine Paige
Daylight
I must wait for the sunrise
I must think of a new life
And I mustn''t give in.
When the dawn comes
Tonight will be a memory too
And a new day will begin
Burnt out ends of smoky days
The stale cold smell of morning
A streetlamp dies; another night is over
Another day is dawning
Touch me!
It''s so easy to leave me
All alone with the memory
Of my days in the sun
If you touch me, you''ll understand what happiness is
Look, a new day has begun.
Another dark, moody but stunning morning out in my beautiful home county of Kerry, Ireland, just before New Year. This location is called Lough Gill, and its hidden away behind a little village called Castlegregory. Talking to my family and friends who have lived all of their lives in Kerry, most were unaware that this place existed. Went here twice during my trip, the first was with my brother Aidan, and the second was with a great friend, who had travelled all the way down from Waterford, to do this shoot with me. Thank you for a great morning out Breda, both to you and your lovely sister. It was great to catch up with you.
Hope you like "Memories"
Cheers, Mike
— with Breda Hennessy Duggan
This little tree of life coming from the dead stump reminded me of the tree we photographed at Fairy Lake on Vancouver Island. Although this may not be the most photographed tree in the world, it certainly was worthy of my attention. It not only reminded me of the great memories from the island visit but it was a reminder that new beginnings can happen in the most unlikely places sometimes. This was a scene on our recent camping trip last week. Happy Tree-mendous Tuesday!
More: www.martinstranka.com
Boyhood series is a narrative visual confession which maps both personal and mediated experiences. Boyhood is a time in our life when we begin to discover ourselves through inner dialogues and explore our self identity. We connect with everything around us, begin to discover and close in on ourselves. We create isolated places where we feel safe from all the hustle and bustle around us. Even so, a form of alienation can be poetically and visually beautiful. I offer the viewer a look at the emotionally unfinished stories. I create images that appear to be stills from a film as untold stories. What led to this situation and what will happen next is a question for all of us, which I am looking for an answer to.
This old church hall has been turned into living accommodation. If buildings had soul it would have many memories.
Visto che oggi è cominciato l'autunno, tiro fuori dall'archivio uno scatto di quando era ancora estate... e il mare era bello bello... :)
Isola di Creta.
Buona serata
#mare #creta #elafonissi #spiaggia #roccia #rock #cielo #acqua #crystal #cristallina #brown #marrone #azzurro #summer #crete
Bronze Memories
HDR 7 scatti
Fotocamera: Nikon D700
Aperture: f/8
Shutter Speed: 1/60 s
Lente: 24 mm
ISO: 200
Exposure Bias: 0 EV
Flash: Off, Did not fire
Lens: Nikkor AF-S FX 14-24mm f/2.8G ED
Please don't use my photos on websites, blogs, other media or in any other purpose without my explicit permission.
2018, Shinjuku, Tokyo, when life was good, things were fun and simple, and there was no virus to ruin the day.
Organising memory, or, organised remembrance. Somebody is remembering on your behalf. It is late October, but the pre-fab decorations have already been mounted in the run-up to the Armistice date of WWI. Behind all this is the British Legion which is liaised to the industrial-military complex and to royalty. They keep the memory of war and of "the ultimate sacrifice" alive. They may have their reasons.
''sen ne ''zaman'' kendin olacaksın biliyor musun?
kendin olmaktan korkmadığın ''zaman'',
hayal gücün hafızanı aştığı ''zaman'',
''zaman''a karşı koyabildiğin
zaman...''
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aralık 2015/Özlem
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You know when you'll be yourself? When you're not afraid of being yourself. When the imagination is more than memory. If you could stand against the time...
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LEE big stopper
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LEE 0.9 Graduated Neutral Density Filter( HARD)
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200sec
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EF 16-35MMF/2.8L II USM
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Canon 5d mark III
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Another version of "Blue Dawn" in mono! I don't like posting 2 versions but think with this they are so different and both work well for different reasons.
Trilliums in Bronte Woods, Oakville, Ontario
Lens: Meike 3.5 mm f2.8 circular fisheye used at about f5.6
The noticeboard in my hallway serves to jog my memory - without it I am struggling to figure out what day it is!
It is constantly changing - added to and taken away ... Full of tempting notices, postcards and all sorts of other jolly things!
" © All Rights Reserved - No Usage Allowed in Any Form Without the Written Consent of Sabine Simons ".
"Memory is a way of holding onto the things you love,
the things you are, the things you never want to lose."
thank you to you all for your visits and comments on my pictures.
At this moment I cannot reciprocate. I'm in need of a Flickr-retraite.
Have a good time!!!
This month is about to break a record in my area. So far zero hours of sunshine (and there is little chance for change until NYE). If you share a similar fate simply enjoy the picture just to remember what natural light looks like. Moorlands between Blavand and Fejers Strand in August, Jylland, Denmark.
La violencia contra las mujeres, en todas sus formas, es una de las mayores vergüenzas de la sociedad moderna. Mi más profunda condena y mi más absoluto desprecio hacia todos esos miserables, independientemente de su nacionalidad, origen, credo o clase social, que, por acción u omisión, permiten que esto siga ocurriendo. No merecen, ni tan siquiera, el calificativo de animales ... mucho menos el de hombres.
Acabar con la supuesta superioridad del macho está en nuestras manos. Nosotros no somos sus dueños. No somos propietarios de sus vidas. No somos superiores a ellas. Son nuestras compañeras, no nuestras propiedades. No nos pertenecen.
Sé un hombre de verdad y denuncia y combate cualquier tipo de violencia / discriminación machista desde todos aquellos ámbitos a los que tengas acceso. El problema no está en ellas, el problema está en nosotros. La solución también: ... educación en la igualdad e intolerancia con los agresores.
Violence against women, in all its forms, is one of the greatest shames of modern society. My deepest condemnation and my more absolute contempt for all those miserable, regardless of their national origin, creed or social class, that by action or inaction, allow this to continue happening. They not deserved, not even the label of animals ... much less than men.
Stop the supposed superiority of the male is in our hands. We are not their owners. We are not owners of their lives. We are not superior to they. They are our partners, not our properties. They do not belong to us.
Be a true man and denounces and fights any kind of sexist violence / discrimination in all those areas to which you have access. The problem it's not in they. The problem it is in us. The solution also: ... education in the equality and intolerance with the aggressors.
... salud, buenas luces y muchas gracias a tod@s!!! … xo♥ox
... health, good lights and thanks so much to @l!!! ...… xo♥ox
... Series: "Oscuridades" / "Darks"
... Music: "Memories of Green" (Vangelis) played by Vangelis & The New American Orchestra (... from OST of Blade Runner) ... enjoy it!!!
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hedl4kYXyEA ... 04.57 ...
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