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are what warm you up from the inside.... But they're also what tear you apart. (Murakami)
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I pulled this from archive to take my mind off the snow that appears to be here to stay.. !
I'm sorry I haven't been around. Life continues to be too busy, and time has become quite precious. I do, however, find time to continue to enjoy your beautiful photos as they show up in my contact list .. and be sure to know they all put a smile on my face..
It was November, 2014...
So much to say, so many good things to wish for you all, but most of all, peace and harmony to you and your families. During these days of celebration and cheer, I usually stop and think about this special celebration, and how people show the best that they have inside, unique smiles on everybody's faces, and something else that I can't describe...
Another new year is around the corner, and I can't help to go back and think about the events that took place in it. Some of them brought smiles to my face, but so many others left me really concern...
We can make a better world for future generations to enjoy and leave in peace. Every little thing counts. Remember the ants? They are so small, and yet they can accomplish some much together!
Love and happiness to ONE and ALL!
Martha.
"So this is Christmas
And what have you done
Another year over
And a new one just begun
And so this is Christmas
I hope you have fun
The near and the dear ones
The old and the young..."
( John Lennon )
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
© - 2010 - niklas94
I hope the weather will be better this weekend, so much rain during the last days...
I wish you all a wonderful WE!
Explored: September, 17th #293
Opened in 1867, Dieweg cemetery served as the municipal burial ground until the Second World War and was definitively decommissioned in 1958. It is a testament to the peak of funerary art, when the great families erected veritable architectural works of art for their deceased loved ones, sometimes in the form of chapels (such as the “Allard Chapel” and its family vault, considered the biggest private funerary monument in Belgium). All the styles in vogue at the time are represented, starting with the “neo” or revival styles (Egyptian, Greek, Romanesque, Gothic, Classical, etc.), followed by Eclecticism and Art Nouveau and ending with Art Deco.
Rolduc Abbey.
Rolduc abbey in Kerkrade is one of the most important religious monuments in the Netherlands. Rolduc is the largest abbey complex in the Benelux and one of the Dutch UNESCO Top 100 monuments.
For 35 years the buildings remained empty. In 1831, Rolduc Abbey was recommissioned by the Diocese of Liège for use as a seminary, a college training teenage boys for priesthood. After Belgium’s independence, this seminary moved to St. Truiden in Belgium and Rolduc Abbey was taken over by the Diocese of Roermond. Rolduc became a boarding school and grammar school (Gymnasium) for boys from Dutch wealthy families, among them several well-known politicians, scientists and writers of that time. From 1946 until 1967, Rolduc was once more a minor seminary, only now for the Diocese of Roermond. The boarding school closed in 1971; the Gymnasium closed in 2011.
*Source: Rolduc*
Cropped and reprocessed this port side view using Instagram. The iconic "Point Reyes" shipwreck was unfortunately damaged in Feb 2016 by a couple of zealous and careless spinning wool image makers. She is still here and a wonderful subject for many a photographer, but her port side and stern are severely damaged.
Canon Rebel XTi
Sigma 17-70 f/2.8-4
17mm, ISO 100, 1/60sec, f/16
An old image and not the best of quality of a beautiful tranquil harbour village, miss it so much. On the hill, the yellow building was a hotel that my brother and I used to own it was called Harbour Heights sadly we had to sell up and the new owners changed its name, now called Park Lodge Hotel... Many fond memories.!!
Feliz quinta flower ! Happy Thursday flower!!
Explored:)
Highest position: 22 on Thursday, November 24, 2011
Many thanks to all my friends:)
This is, believe it or not, almost winter in Cornwall, a place which seems to have a climate of its own. Well, not quite true, it was as grey as any other part of the UK upon our arrival, but for the past few days has been lovely. Sadly we leave tomorrow, but not without a lot of nice memories and photos.
This photo was taken in a place where I guess a million pictures have been taken. Sometimes I wonder if I should add to the mass of similar images. It's times like that when I remember who I'm taking these photos for and just do it.
Photo By: Cate Infinity
In the Depths of Neon Dreams
In the flicker of dusk, the screen glows bright,
Pixels dance and shimmer in the fragile night.
Whispers of realms where shadows conspire,
A siren's call from the depths of desire.
Beyond the threshold of reality's sigh,
A cybernetic world spins a tapestry high.
Distant echoes—a jester's laugh,
In this surreal carnival, I slip through the path.
Time unwinds like a fraying thread,
Caught in the maze where the lost dare tread.
Digital phantoms with eyes like the void,
Conjure reflections of dreams long destroyed.
Sleep, a stranger with a face veiled in mist,
Waits in the corners, patiently kissed
By the haunting glow of my midnight affair,
As characters twirl in the electric air.
Thoughts swirl like smoke in the neon haze,
On the edge of lucidity, I linger and gaze.
A dream within dreams, a cycle unspooled,
In this Lynchian junction, I find myself fooled.
What price do I pay for these moments of play?
The clock keeps its secrets, while shadows decay.
A whisper, a flutter, as daylight draws near,
Reality beckons, yet I hold it in fear.
In the depths of these echoes, I gather my thoughts,
A tapestry woven with battles I've fought.
Each pixel a fragment, a memory's thread,
Yet in the silence of morning, I'm heavy with dread.
So here in the ruins of this fragmented night,
Lost in the labyrinth, between wrong and right,
I ponder the dawn, as it quietly creeps,
Wondering still—was it worth losing sleep?