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"Memory is a way of holding onto the things you love,
the things you are, the things you never want to lose."
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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 ...
This poem could be about memory and how it effects the consciousness. Video can mean memory or personal history or our reality.
The flying Egrets can be the transcendent moments in our experience. They are ethereal like down but they are also magical like a flock of egrets.
The black mountain could be the tragedy and traumas of our life. They can cast a pall over all our experience or they can be a distant backdrop destined to turn back to green over time.
À force de collectionner les appareils photos Numérique
On se retrouve avec un joli paquet de cartes mémoire.
By dint of collecting digital cameras
We end up with a nice package of memory cards.
CompactFlash, SD, MMC, Stick, PCMCIA, ATA Card, SmartCard, microdrive XQD etc...
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The leaf is floating in a pond with the shadow of the tree from whence it fell.
Wonders found in my back yard...
Texture by JoesSistah
My Interplanetary Memories
Planet Dokeia
Interplanetary Travel
Hello everyone again from outer space.
I am pleased to present to you a project that came to my mind while traveling in outer space. In this new photo series, I'm going to share with you some photos from my past interplanetary travels that I haven't published. Many of these will be photos you will see for the first time. You will see some photos in their raw form for the first time. This new photo series will take me and you to the past. Maybe we can even go back to when I took my first interplanetary voyage. I hope this new project, which I named "My Interplanetary Memories", has excited you as much as it did me. I don't know yet how many photos I will post in this new photo series. I plan to share as many photos as I can post until we reach the new planet. From the first day of my interplanetary travel, I have accumulated many memories. I was always alone in these memories. I became aware of you as I shared photos from my travels. You started to follow me and share my memories. With this new project, we will actually be returning to our own memories, not to my own memories. You will find yourself there too. I hope this new series will make you as happy as it makes me happy.
Camera: Canon EOS Kiss X7i
Photograph by Yusuf Alioglu
Location: Outer space (space)
Havrekas - Halden - Norway
My nephew, in the summer of 2005
Memories are
timless treasures
of the heart
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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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Sometimes it's not about the technicalities, but the feeling ... and this one makes me remember the joyful calmness I experience when I travel around Iceland with my man and my camera :)
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.
To see this work in its designed format on my website go to the page 'Our Stories' under the heading 'Another Time', and to see other works. Thank you.
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.