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When I recall these Memories As I go along life's way,I find they grow more precious still With every passing day.
All by Me.
Thaanks Fruity To but it in this border (k).
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Photographed by HBA © 2008. All rights reserved.
Been trying my hand at some ICM (intentional camera movement).
(You could say the 'slide' was in-camera ;))
Kiara hair by Doux
Swan Song Necklace + Earrings by Heartsdale Jewellery
Passion Gown by Just BECAUSE @ FaMESHed
barclay pose set by versuta
Photo taken at Enchanted Glen
A strange thing is memory, and hope; one looks backward, and the other forward; one is of today, the other of tomorrow. Memory is history recorded in our brain, memory is a painter, it paints pictures of the past and of the day. Anna Mary Robertson Moses
~happy memorable fence friday~
Michael Oakley & Missing Words - Memory of You
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☣ Outfit: Loki - Cookie Dress @ Kustom9
Taken in May this year. This week’s snow and storms in Aberdeenshire have cut short our glorious autumn - and sent me reaching for the travel guides!
This place has such great memories for me. As you can see, it was taken just under two years ago. I was on a wonderful photo vacation with Flickr friends in Alberta. This is Wedge Pond in Kananaskis Country, Alberta.
By the way, I would have thought this was a lake....why they call it a pond is beyond me.
Zoom in for details :)
We had a day out in Much Wenlock Shropshire, yesterday and had a browse around this little Antique shop,I've never seen so much China before.:-)
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There's a time that I remember, when I did not know no pain
When I believed in forever, and everything would stay the same
Now my heart feel like December when somebody say your name
Cause I can't reach out to call you, but I know I will one day
This bench was dedicated in 2018 to the memory of John Blackie, "Who inspired us all"
A day spent exploring Leeds Castle in Kent, UK on 8th May 2026.
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Pressed between the pages of my mind. Sweetened thru the ages just like wine.
Autumn on the Poudre River in beautiful Colorado.
My baby boy, Ishmael at Moissac in southern France. Ish died in 2014 and Moissac seems a distant memory due to Covid travel restrictions - HSoS!
Let’s take a walk down memory lane,
Let’s go to the fifties to share those days once again.
Go to the Triangle Restaurant with your steady date,
To see all your friends cruising and staying out late.
Ride very slowly through our small town,
The twenty-five cent gas never let you down.
A cherry coke we drank with two straws,
We cruised, played our music, never worried about the laws.
Let’s go back to those good old days,
There were ball games, parties, and class plays.
The music we played never got old,
The juke box blared out those songs of gold.
We went to the drive in movie on Saturday night,
As teens our money was always very tight.
Our friends would hide in the trunk of the cars,
Then emerge and sit with us under the stars.
I want to go back to those days of yesteryear,
Where we lived among friends without fear.
To stop and have a soda at the local drug store,
Yes, it is possible for us to dream once more.
© Lynn B. Glover 2011
Looking back one year ago realizing just how much I fell in love with Montana.
I haven't been "out" shooting much new stuff, BUT I have been doing a lot of photography with a theater group here in Winchester, which is why I keep digging through the archives. ;-)