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If this is my last night with you
Hold me like I'm more than just a friend
Give me a memory I can use
Take me by the hand while we do what lovers do
It matters how this ends
'Cause what if I never love again?.......
Adele
Somewhere
in that corner
where the light
dissipates
a vault stands
collecting memories
of people's smiles.
The air surrounds it
envelopes the soul
of each
guarding them
with memories
of its own.
Still memories.
~ I Travel East
Somewhere off the Pacific Coast Highway
Big Sur, California
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i found a card containing images that i had taken this past fall...somehow i forgot to donwload them...so here they are!
"New Atlanta, home... At least it once was. I was born and raised here. Knew all the killer hoverboard spots around, all the underground tracks to hold races at, all the sweet hole in the wall venues where all the rockerboys and girls hung around, and all the spots to grab a killer bite from. Only reason I make my way back here anymore is to check in on the few chums and family I know that are still around, reminisce, and to score some of the best green in the Sol System. Not what it used to be, but it still holds a big place in my heart."
Taken at Drune ( maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Blissful%20Summer/135/179/... ) as a backdrop for established lore made possible through rp at Cocoon Cyberpunk Roleplay ( maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Esperia/237/170/4086 )
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“Memory is a way of holding on to the things you love, the things you are, the things you never want to lose.” Kevin Arnold
.... of my past. The ancient oaks of Richmond Park. I was free to wander wherever I wished - at the age of only perhaps 14 - and this, Richmond Park, was my favourite place to be, with my dog, Boffy, a beautiful Border Collie. The ancient oaks are still here - it was so wonderful to see them again after so many years. The light was wonderful, even though it was cold - and my sister was with me, so very happy!! :o) Here, you can clearly see the 'browse line' created by the deer, who eat the young branch shoots at their level.
Texture from PicMonkey
Location : Punggol Waterpark , Singapore
Sad to learn that this tree 'had is last breath' and it has fallen.
A tribute to this tree which has been a fond subject to many photographer!
This is a shot that I took yesterday during a beautiful warm day .... today, it's miserable and raining!!
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The bombs weaken the structure and this soon collapses. Only the wall lying on the floor remained of the temple. A reflection of the destruction that man is capable of.
A pelo d'acqua
con volo d'albatro accecato
o tra i rovi e la borragine
come il tordo impaurito
in un autunno precoce
An inch from the water.
With a flight of a blinded albatross
or in the brambles and the borage
like a scared thrush
in a premature autumn
Cinzia Rizzo
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It is singular how soon we lose the impression of what ceases to be constantly before us.
A year impairs, a luster obliterates.
There is little distinct left without an effort of memory,
then indeed the lights are rekindled for a moment --but who can be sure that
the Imagination is not the torch-bearer?
-Lord Byron
Monarch butterfly from late September.
Believe it or not there are still a couple around.
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We went out for the first time with our daughter Iyana for a walk around Rotterdam, of course, with the camera in tow. We live relatively close to the city hall where a lot of weddings happen and more often than not, there are usually fancy "wedding" type cars with fancily clad chauffeurs awaiting the impending nuptials. On such an occasion, we noticed an older couple walking by holding hands, looking nostalgically at the ceremony. Made for a nice scene :) managed to catch the driver's red pants sticking out of the car while he was waiting...
On a side note, my love for prime lenses continues to sore...took this with the cheap 50mm...starting to feel like a tilt-shift when opened wide :) loving it!
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Shot details:
3 subsequent bracketed handheld shots using: Canon 5D Mark III; Canon 50mm f/1.8 II
Post processing:
1. Lightroom for initial fixups,
2. Merged in HDRefex
3. Tweaked (colors, sharpness and so forth) in Photoshop CS6
4. Finally did a little more processing (vignetting and temp and so forth again in Lightroom)
“There are memories that time does not erase... Forever does not make loss forgettable, only bearable.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Heavenly Fire
Macro Mondays: As long as it ticks
Happy Macro Monday everyone!
I remember how we girls back then at 80´s collected and traded these glossy scrap pictures ( not sure what they are called in english ..) I still have three albums and love to look at them every now and then. Albums are old but still in one piece :)
This location in this picture is very important to me on a deep personal level. As many of you know I have mental health issues which I am receiving ongoing therapy for. There was a day, just like this one, where I found myself here, all alone with my thoughts. I sat in my car feeling thoroughly hopeless when I accidentally switched on the radio and this song had only just begun, but my oh my, it didn't half strike a chord for me. This song, this location I have discovered brings me a feeling of hope. I hope you like it.
Midnight
Not a sound from the pavement
Has the moon lost her memory?
She is smiling alone
In the lamplight, the withered leaves collect at my feet
And the wind begins to moan
Memory
All alone in the moonlight
I can smile at the old days
I was beautiful then
I remember the time I knew what happiness was
Let the memory live again
Every streetlamp seems to beat a fatalistic warning
Someone mutters, and a streetlamp gutters,
And soon it will be morning.
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 smokey days
The stale cold smell of morning
The 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
Strong memory on Vaclav Square in Prague. Jan Palach was student of history and political economy of the Faculty of Arts of Charles University, who sacrificed his life to protest against the suppression of freedoms and passive public access after the occupation of Czechoslovakia by the armies of the Warsaw Pact.