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The Way We Were
Memories,
Like the corners of my mind
Misty water-colored memories
Of the way we were
Can it be that it was all so simple then?
Or has time re-written every line?
If we had the chance to do it all again
Tell me, would we? Could we?
Memories, may be beautiful and yet
What? too painful to remember
We simply choose to forget
So it's the laughter
We will remember
Whenever we remember...
The way we were...
the way we were...
This month the theme was 'together' for Flickr Friends, Melbourne. It was chosen by Gary and this image is my contribution.
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Quando o segundo sol chegar
Para realinhar as órbitas dos planetas
Derrubando com assombro exemplar
O que os astrônomos diriam se tratar
De um outro cometa
(...)
Explicação
Não tem explicação
Explicação, não
Não tem explicação
Não tem, não tem explicação
Explicação
Não tem explicação
Não tem, não tem
* Invited to Big Fave and DreamWorld
** Thanks!**
- Added to the Cream of the Crop pool as my personal favorite.
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Tomorrow is All Saints Day. A day we remember our loved ones who died and left memories of Love. If there is one reason this life is worth living it's Love. Mom, Dad, I Love You...
Had to remind myself looking back at some of the photos I took of the absolute beauty of this place and the scenery. This was out on a hike looking across into the distance as the A82 winds its way towards the Highlands. Roll on next year and another trip to this place of beauty.
The car park at Fairholme, located at the upper end of Ladybower Reservoir, was surprisingly busy yesterday, despite our 10am arrival - although perhaps not so much of a surprise given the school holidays and parents surely keen to escape the confines of the house on what promised to be a good-weather day.
Our planned walk was comparatively short at 10 miles and took in the eastern side of Derwent Reservoir before turning right uphill at Abbey Brook, just before the dam-wall of Howden (the three reservoirs being effectively stacked and a key source of water to the East Midlands).
The hike continued to climb up to Lost Lad and eventually Back Tor on Derwent Edge with great views over the length of the Hope Valley a few miles to the west and South Yorkshire to the east, before descending near Whinstone Lee Tor and back to the car park.
It must be almost twenty years since we walked this route but the one element we never forgot was the heather display along Abbey Brook, when the moorland on this side is guaranteed to turn pink in August. Strange then that as we ambled along, no more than 2-3 miles from the car-park, not a soul was seen taking in the beauty of this approach, and that despite a 20 minute break for an early lunch.
Maybe that was a good thing though. This was one of the favourite walks of my Dad who, having lived with us for the last three years in an urn in my den, was finally set free to enjoy the visual delights of the heather moorlands against the soundtrack of the chattering brook below. Together with a similar hike last week to Kinder Downfall, another one of his favourite spots, he's now finally where he wanted to be.
R.I.P. Dad
24th August 2020
PS Apologies for the tardy responses and stream visits of late, real life has been getting in the way but I'm hoping to catch up over the next few days.
Sometimes it's as if I miss that part of the soul
that fits into the puzzle of the world.
I open thousands of boxes,
I find beautiful and colorful pieces,
but it is within me that the piece with which to complete the joint is missing.
(Fabrizio Caramagna)
This afternoon I looked in one of my oldest dictionaries that I don´t use anymore. I have more modern ones. And in this old dictionary I found this. I remember very well who gave to me in late 1970s.