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Remember the joy...
Reflash the memories...
Drive bad thoughts away...
Kick out the confusion...
Remember the joy, serenity, happiness and warmth....
One of the last roses in the garden, a little brown around the edges from the frost but still lovely.
It's been a year today since I lost my mother and since she loved roses, there could be no other photo to remember her by.
I am so sick and tired of the supposed inconsistencies and lies around the downing of MH17. What if the western allies did it themselves through their proxy Ukraine? Will we ever know? And if we ever get to know the truth, how will we proceed from there with those lying governments?
The mariner remembers when a child,
on his first voyage, he saw it fade and sink
And when returning from adventures wild,
He saw it rise again o’er ocean’s brink.
Steadfast, serene, immovable, the same,
Year after year, through all the silent night
Burns on forevermore that quenchless flame,
Shines on that inextinguishable light!
··· Henry Wadsworth Longfellow ···
A special day of remembering in our hearts, the bravery, selflessness and sacrafices, all made for our freedom.
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I will remember you
Will you remember me?
Don’t let your life pass you by
Weep not for the memories
Once there was a darkness, deep and endless night
You gave me everything you had, oh you gave me light
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That time of year again, where we remember dear ones, lost... It is also the First World War Centenary, and for that, out of respect and gratitude, until the 11th of November, I will upload images, relevant to these historic events.
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Remembering The Movies ~ The London Palladium ~ Oxford Street ~ London ~ England ~ Saturday April 20th 2019.
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So I spent an evening at the London Palladium in Oxford Street, London a few months ago & I got to see the awesome dance show "Remembering The Movies" Staring two of the professional dancers from the BBC show "Strictly Come Dancing" Janette Manrara & Aljaz Skorjanec.
I was in the front row, so was able to get quite a few 1/2 decent photo's enjoy lol.:)
Have a great Monday Y'all..:)
Freightliner's Class 57 #57003, "Freightliner Evolution"; arrives at Maritime Container Terminal in Southampton leading the early morning "Intermodal" service from Leeds on the afternoon of the first day of March 2007.
Abandoned homestead near Davenport, WA. The Davenport and Reardan area have some of the most beautiful farmland scenery I've seen anywhere.
The story ends early, when a renovation job gets gutted, unfinished, and the old past moves out with none to replace it. These empty rooms set sleeping for strangers, and stories said with no remaining. No retaining of the bits you broke off and left, staring windows watching. Every now and then, I remember to exist, to notice myself and wonder what the reflection gets up to. When it comes to creating, I firmly believe there's no right way, and only one to get it wrong – leave yourself out of the picture. It's some kind of sickness I feel, every time I encounter an artist who implies no personal life. No self-portrait, no secret emotion, no insight to the heart. We're not wandering eyes alone; seeing is only part of sight. This is a call from the incredible darkness of being yourself, illuminated. That's what I live for.
June 10, 2021
Annapolis County, Nova Scotia
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In loving memory of my father....I went skijoring with my dogs, totally overdid it to the max, so I had to take a nap, which BTW my Dad was famous for ....( sorry Dad, had to let it slip) then slednecked into a gorgeous sunset similar to this one. Only I didn't take the cam so I posted this... It was a good day and after the rough week I had... very well deserved. Cheers!!
Later she remembered all the hours of the afternoon as happy --
one of those uneventful times that seem at the moment only a link between past and future pleasure,
but turn out to have been the pleasure itself.
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Remembering and honoring all those who gave the gift of life at the Donor Network West's 12th Annual Donate Life Run/Walk.
May the recipient of David's sight see the beauty of the world the way he did.
May the recipient of Allen's heart love the way he did.
We all have the power to save and heal lives.
NEWCASTLE, AUSTRALIA - APRIL 25, 2017 - Rusted distressed memorial of soldiers with engraved names of those soldiers remembered and honoured for their service who fought for our peace and freedom, lest we forget..... and behind a beautiful sunrise sky marks the ANZAC rememberance day event
Sometimes a gypsy has to remember... to the old days
Sometimes a story has no end
Sometimes I think that we could just be friends
'Cause I'm a wandering man, he said to me
And what about our future plans?
Does it seem we have even make sense?
When I got the whole world in front of me
So I said, "I don't wanna be alone forever
But I can be tonight
I don't wanna be alone forever
But I love gypsy life
I don't wanna be alone forever
Maybe we can see the world together
I don't wanna be alone forever
But I can be tonight, tonight"
Gypsy
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Rebel Hope - Laguna Mesh Sandals Black
Spirit - Jimi Pants
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Lara body
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Poem by Robert Laurence Binyon (1869-1943), published in The Times newspaper on 21 September 1914.
With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children,
England mourns for her dead across the sea.
Flesh of her flesh they were, spirit of her spirit,
Fallen in the cause of the free.
Solemn the drums thrill: Death august and royal
Sings sorrow up into immortal spheres.
There is music in the midst of desolation
And a glory that shines upon our tears.
They went with songs to the battle, they were young,
Straight of limb, true of eye, steady and aglow.
They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted,
They fell with their faces to the foe.
They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.
They mingle not with their laughing comrades again;
They sit no more at familiar tables of home;
They have no lot in our labour of the day-time;
They sleep beyond England's foam.
But where our desires are and our hopes profound,
Felt as a well-spring that is hidden from sight,
To the innermost heart of their own land they are known
As the stars are known to the Night;
As the stars that shall be bright when we are dust,
Moving in marches upon the heavenly plain,
As the stars that are starry in the time of our darkness,
To the end, to the end, they remain.
Freedom Rock was started by an Iowa boy, Bubba Sorensen. Now, these are found all over the state and are starting to pop up nationwide. This is the work of another artist as inspired by Bubba. Found in Newton, Iowa
Orangemen marching in rememberance of a foreign King who defeated an English King in a battle long ago.
With me so far?
They're actually Irishmen, from Northern Ireland, mostly of Scottish descent. However, in truth, they really want to be Englishmen - that explains the bowler hats and brollies.
The're marching here in what they regard as a foreign country, in Rossnowlagh in County Donegal which is in The Republic of Ireland.
This is in rememberance of a battle long ago where a Dutch Prince, William of Orange, who was mounted on a fine horse, they say, defeated an English King, who wasn't up to very much in any event and departed the scene with undue haste.
So.... who knows, given that history has a habit of repeating itself, future generations of people somewhere may march in remembrance of the Battle of Brexit. Possibly not march in the sense of putting one foot in front of the other, but parade on bicycles of a traditional make. Clown outfits and dodgy blonde wigs will be an essential part of the regalia. Bicycle clips optional extras.