You can shed tears that she is gone,

or you can smile because she has lived.

You can close your eyes and pray that she'll come back,

or you can open your eyes and see all she's left.

Your heart can be empty because you can't see her,

or you can be full of the love you shared.

You can turn your back on tomorrow and live yesterday,

or you can be happy for tomorrow because of yesterday.

You can remember her only that she is gone,

or you can cherish her memory and let it live on.

You can cry and close your mind,

be empty and turn your back.

Or you can do what she'd want:

smile, open your eyes, love and go on.

Miniera Serbarìu - Carbonia

"Gardening is one of the late joys, for youth is too impatient, too self-absorbed, and usually not rooted deeply enough to create a garden. Gardening is one of the rewards of middle age, when one is ready for an impersonal passion, a passion that demands patience, acute awareness of a world outside oneself, and the power to keep on growing through all the times of drought, through the cold snows, toward those moments of pure joy when all failures are forgotten and the plum tree flowers."

May Sarton, Journal of a Solitude, 1975

A reflection of my memories after visiting the fabulous and moving city New Orleans.

Painting, acrylics on wood. Background: Wanted to paint this for some time. Got the idea on a warm and calm summer day when I took a photo of my son, and the sea and the sky just seemed to blend together and it was not possible to see where one ended and one started.

Hazy Italian sunset.

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Memories

I took this photo a Brooke Shaden's storytelling workshop in January 2012. I have really struggled with this photo, primarily because I back lit Olivia. I can't count the number of times I've lightened this.

I think I'm finally satisfied with it and the story I found myself telling myself over and over is this: the viewer is perhaps the surviving fiance, years later, catching a glimpse of his beloved in the house they were supposed to live in happily til they were old.

I grew up in a haunted house in a historic town. I've never found myself to like ghost stories because the modern take on them is too harsh and weird. However, one of my favorite books is a ghost story called Tamsin by Peter S. Beagle. The feel of the story, how real yet how so far away it seems, is what I love and what I hoped to portray here, as well as the feeling that what you're seeing will be gone in a moment.

model: Gloria Ephebe

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There are certain places that are never far from your mind. Where they left such an impact that they never fall astray. They call to you. They humble you.

Mike Vieira © 2021

Hasselblad 503CX | Carl Zeiss CF T* 80mm f/2.8 | Fuji Pro 160NS

Paris - Mars 2014

My friend Nadeem handed me his Hasselblad for a few hours when we met in Paris, be sure to check his work here : Nadeem Karim

Memory of summer

Sketched in colored pencil then washed with watercolor in my hand made journal.

Memories - Within Temptation

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a memory

I'm sorry for not been commenting on your photos as much as usual. But, again I'm ill. Hope the doctors soon can find out what's wrong.

This photo is taken in the autumn around October, and was one of the last flowers I could find. Found it in my grandma's garden.

Maybe not a "good time" to post autumnal shots, but I dont have anything else to post.

Hope you all will have a great weekend :-)

Model: Catia

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Photographs and memories

Christmas cards you sent to me

All that I have are these

To remember you..

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Swanlunds was a camera store in downtown Eureka, Ca. that opened in 1925 and through several change of ownerships, closed in 2019 after 94 years in business... The sign remains but the site now is home to a tattoo parlor...

Hà Nội, Vietnam, 2008 - Leica M7, Summilux 35, Kodak Tri-X

Under a grudging sun I was wandering on a summer afternoon along a bank of Trúc Bạch lake... where US Navy aviator John McCain was shot down during the Vietnam War on October 26, 1967 by an anti-aircraft missile on a mission against a Hanoi power plant and parachuted wounded. Memories... memories...

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The horrors that occurred here are impossible to imagine. In memory to lives stolen that were never lived.

Oil on Canvas 40 inches by 32 inches (100 cm x 80 cm)

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Tugboats in Port Kembla Harbour.

This one is a sentimental subject for me. My wonderful dad worked here in the harbour and was a tugmaster throughout most of my life until he retired not so long ago. I have fond memories of him letting me take hold of the huge wooden wheel to steer, doing figure eights in the middle of the harbour and poor Dad getting told off by the harbour master who must have thought he was drunk LOL.

The wheelhouse had a sign on the outside which read "Chartroom and Wheelhouse" (there was a big surface there with drawers for charts underneath) and I always read it as Chatroom and thought it funny. Whats weird is there was no such thing as a Chatroom back in those rosy pre internet days. I also used to love going down to the engine room. The noise, the heat, all those funny little ladders to clamber about on and the smell of oil. Brilliant. I don't suppose the current tugmasters can take their kids on the tugs due to OH&S requirements and legal red tape run rampant. I feel sorry for those children because they are missing out on something very special.

Even the wharves are no longer accessible to the public :(. They used to be dotted with eager fishermen.

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Dafne.

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A friend's pic, taken in 2009.

This is the first boxcar I ever rode, on the first train I ever rode. Oh, how I've come so far since then.

Fuck.

A pictures says 1,000 words.

I thought the idea would be okay but it didn't come out thattt amazing. I cropped it a lot because you could see my door and my desk/computer and stufff.

So for this picture I was kind of in a hurrry because I have to leave soon to see some of my friends. :)

I'm so happy it's a weekend, i'm so incredibally sick of school.

But anyways, have a good weeekend. :D

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Ghadames, an oasis town, lies roughly 462 kilometres to the southwest of Tripoli, near the borders with Algeria and Tunisia. It has been declared a Unesco World Heritage site.