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I Spy:
a Rusty Nail.
a Rotten Beam.
a Missing piece -
" You cant spy something that is missing ! "
"Exactly.."
I miss him so much that it hurts.
It’s only 1 month since daddy left us, but it feels like he has been gone for a year. I think about daddy every day, all the fun moments we had. I don’t know why daddy is gone, mom says it’s complicated and when daddy calls me we don’t talk about it. I can’t remember exactly where he is, but I know it’s 15.000 miles from here. I can’t wait to see him again and give him a big hug, but I have to wait for long time. When I’m crying mommy says that daddy will be home soon and everything is okay. But I don’t believe her. There are a lot of people who think that my dad can be evil sometimes, but that’s because he’s in pain. Mommy has told me a lot of times that daddy’s leg really hurts. I just think my daddy is cool. Because every time I fall and hurt my leg I start cry, but I have never seen daddy cry. Last time I saw daddy was in the airport, he gave me a hug and promised that he would come back. I’ve never cried that much before. Now I just hope that daddy will come home soon. The best thing about daddy is that he’s funny. He can always make me laugh and forget about the troubles. I hope I can go visit him soon… It’s hard to think that there’s 5 months left. Because I miss him so much that it hurts.
Nancy Millar wrote the book entitled "The Famous 5 Emily Murphy and the Case of the Missing Persons," published by The Western Heritage Centre.
More info on the famous 5 >> en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Famous_Five_%28Canada%29
Hardly seeing any at all now as the weather cools and Winter closes in.
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More in my set, "Dragonflies - II" including some really cool micros (macros)! Click the link below to visit my "Dragonflies - II" set:
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And enjoy my original set, "Dragonflies:"
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Have you ever seen inside a dragonfly's mouth?? I'll take you there! Be sure that you don't miss viewing my set, "Dragonfly Mortuary/Autopsy:"
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Michael Lloyd Johnson and his entire family went missing in 1974. Actual DOB: January 27, 1974. Visit: hot-on-the-trail-at.blog-city.com/were_you_abducted_as_a_...
while there, click on photo for more information
Have you ever bothered to realize
how much you mean to me?
I care so much for you inside
and miss you so deeply.
My mind is always curious about
the way things might have been.
As days go by and time goes by,
I look back once again.
All the time I held you in my arms,
I had the whole world right there.
There you were, comforting me with
all of your charms.
Every little kiss from you
was like a dream come true.
This love that I have inside my heart,
it all belonged to you!
It's funny, all those little things
I never thought I'd miss,
Like all those conversations we had,
or the first time we kissed.
I guess that what I'm trying to say,
is I miss and love you more each day!
It hurts me not to see you,
or not to know if you're ok.
I want you to understand
that I loved you from the start.
And I want you to know,
no matter how many miles
we may be apart,
you'll always hold a special place
in my heart.
Deriek Ellis
Greek Cypriot missing persons exhibition, Nicosia, Cyprus (2006). The images in the black frames show Greek Cypriots who were captured by the Turkish army following its invasion of the island in 1974. Those with faces circled were never seen alive again by their families. The faces numbered 2, 3 and 4 are those of Greek Cypriots who surrendered to Turkish forces. Following DNA testing of remains found by the UN-sponsored Committee on Missing Persons in Cyprus in 2009 it was discovered that they were executed immediately after the photo was taken and their bodies thrown down a well.
"Iannis Papayianni, was photographed accepting a cigarette from a Turkish soldier. His funeral will take place in Nicosia on Friday" - BBC online, 11 August 2009.
news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/world/europe/8196106.stm
www.guardian.co.uk/world/2008/apr/15/cyprus
"According to statistics released by the CMP, there are 1,464 Greek Cypriot and 494 Turkish Cypriot missing persons. So far, 690 sets of remains have been exhumed, from which 248 missing individuals have been identified and returned to their families, comprising of 195 Greek Cypriots and 53 Turkish Cypriot." - Cyprus Mail, 29 August 2010
Let's hope that as many Greek and Turkish Cypriots as possible can discover the fate of their loved ones and have some sort of closure to this tragedy.
Another shot from a photocall for 'Missing' by Gecko Theatre at The Pleasance earlier today.
You can see another shot from the show, here:
www.flickr.com/photos/kennymathieson/9489238246/
You can find out more about the show (and book tickets) here:
www.pleasance.co.uk/edinburgh/events/missing
My thanks are due to Alex from The Pleasance Press Office and Rosalind Wynn, Producer of "Missing"
Our special boy is missing. GT does go outside but generally he sticks pretty close to home. He has not been see since Friday morning. He was wearing a (breakaway) collar with a tag and he is microchipped. We have put ads online, posted flyers and have checked our local pound, but so far nothing.
The other troublesome thing is that our neighbor's cat Scratch has been missing since Thursday.
I can't even begin to express how heartbroken we are. :-(
ODC Favorite Moments -- I always knew that this day would come, but I never believed that it would take eight years and five months! My late husband's Aunti loved to cook. She died in 2007 two weeks shy of her 91st birthday. While cleaning out her apartment, I found rolls and rolls of foil and Saran wrap. We had a good laugh at the time. I guess when she was at the store, she would buy a new roll thinking that she was almost out. At the time, I joked that I had inherited a lifetime supply. The foil was gone a couple of years ago, but the plastic wrap just kept on going. The very last container was missing the serrated edge to cut the wrap. We were forced to get out a pair of scissors each and every time we needed to use some. Thank you, Aunti, but, it is time to start a new roll. I have to admit that the end of the roll brought tears to my eyes and a smile to my face. Favorite moments are those that remind you of people that you love :)
PS -- My Mom tells me that I had given her one of the boxes of plastic wrap, and she still has it, LOL. The saga continues.......
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I found this tacked on the bulletin board at work this morning. At first, I thought it was hilarious, that maybe a college kid posted it for a joke. Then a coworker told me that she talked with the person who had put it up -- a mother for her 3 yr. old son. He honestly believes A.J. has run away because of the s'mores incident. It is still funny (especially the photo caption), but in a heartbreaking way.
I slide around on silver wings
I long for air as I strive for solid grounds
I feel my thoughts go everywhere
Hung up on walls
Tuning in and fading out
This space I’ve coloured with life and faith,
These smiles and tears I’ve gathered from joy and rage
I see you tried
To say goodbye
I just sighed
You denied
To save your pride
You just lied
I hear your voice calling
I see your faith falling
This space I’ve coloured with life and pain,
These tears and smiles I’ve gathered from joy and rain
A buddy of mine saw my new-car pictures and asked me to shoot some of his new car. (Like we didn’t see that coming.) He’s an early riser like me so he showed up early enough for the good part of sunrise. He didn’t realize how I like to work a subject but after about 20 times of turning various lights on and off he was getting a clue. I don’t know if he was bored or feeling guilty but he was trying to get me to quit, right when the light got great. “Look, you’re missing your sunrise.” I assured him I was not.
Nikon D7200 — Nikon 18-300mm F6.3 ED VR
135mm
F8@1/30th
ISO 100
DSB_8007.JPG
©Don Brown 2024
The subject of this photo is a dolls body following a mask coming up from behind it. The intention was to imitate and show a Vintage photo by Ralph Eugene Meatyard. It demonstrates how I desaturated it and used curves to add more depth into the picture. To add even more depth I used lens correction in order to let people really focus on the subject. This is my favorite picture because it shows how grotesque a picture can get just by using different offset settings.
Havana Street Scene. A ladder at a renovation site leaning against the wall. One rung missing.
License from Getty Images: www.gettyimages.ca/detail/photo/missing-rung-royalty-free...
© Rob Huntley 2014
My World vision
-Around The World-
SPAIN
Madrid
-Street Photography-
"Missing you"
Había estado con demasiadas mujeres en su vida, nunca hubo ni tubo nada serio. Después de hacer el amor siempre se había marchado rápido, muy rápido, demasiado. Huía de esas mujeres que para él eran un tanto extrañas, frías, vacías, amores de barra, de cubata y cocaína. Jamás se le pasó por la cabeza quedarse a dormir con ninguna de ellas. La habitación siempre apestaba a humo de cigarrillos rubios, alcohol de garrafa, sábanas sin cambiar y sexo sucio en todos los rincones, en todos los sentidos. Solo pensaba en escapar de allí cuanto antes, lo antes posible, nunca les hizo daño, las trató con respeto y se despidió de ellas como un señor, como un verdadero caballero, con un beso y un adiós, un adiós hasta luego pero sobre todo con un adiós sin ganas de volver, de no volver a hacerlo.
Ahora, con ella, todo era distinto...
La conoció una mañana en Malasaña, iba muy guapa así, sin pintar, fresca, con ropa cómoda y despreocupada, se acababa de levantar y caminaba por Velarde con mucha calma, sus movimientos eran elegantes e iba envuelta en el olor a pan recién hecho que salía de su bolsa ecológica y que hacía un momento había adquirido en la tienda de Angelito, el panadero. Un café en casa de Pepe Botella y unas caricias a su perro "Pizcas" hicieron que se conocieran y hablaran sin recelo. Luego todo fluyó solo, de día, lento y pausado, sin situaciones incómodas, fresco y sincero, desde el corazón, desde dentro, debió ser amor del bueno. El Dos de Mayo los abrazó y se besaron al sol, fueron besos sin tiempo, con sabor a ropa limpia y a Madrid sin prisa. Era puro amor y puro deseo. Al unirlo lo convirtieron en el mejor sexo, en sexo salvaje, sexo sin camas, sexo en el suelo.
Ahora, él, después de hacer el amor sabía con certeza que venía lo mejor. La abrazaba con fuerza y delicadeza, lo hacía todo a la vez, la besaba en el cuello, en la espalda, en el pecho, subía y bajaba, se enredaba en su pelo, la acariciaba. Ya no huía..., tampoco dormía, al menos no mucho, no dormía demasiado. Se quedaba en la cama, ya no se marchaba, a veces no se movía nada en absoluto y la observaba mientras ella dormía dulce y tranquila, otras se movía demasiado, no podía aguantar sus ganas..., era tan bonito estar despierto y sentir sus labios, sus caricias, sus besos. La brisa entraba por las ventanas ligeramente abiertas, movía las cortinas blancas y ahí abajo, a tan solo dos metros y medio, bullía Malasaña.
Había estado con demasiadas mujeres en su vida pero siempre había estado huyendo.
Ahora todo era distinto...
My World Vision:
Del amor por la mañana...
Un amor bonito y discreto, un amor verdadero.
Un amor en Malasaña.
Carlos Infante Luna.