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Miss Stevie is watching over her Mom and her siblings.
She will be in our hearts forever.
Remembering you on this day, gorgeous emerald eyes.
Love you
Photo of Miss Stevie by: Trish
MISERERE
OGGI 12 SETTEMBRE SI RICORDA IL SANTISSIMO NOME DI MARIA - AUGURI A TUTTE LE MARIA
MEDJUGORIE -
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NOI SIAMO ANCORA QUI
Siamo ancora qui
non lo dimenticare
E saremo dovunque
Se ci vuoi trovare
Siamo ancora qui
Non lo dimenticare
Passeranno gli anni ma
Di noi non ti scordare.
IL RITORNELLO DALLA CANZONE DI MARCO CASALESE " SIAMO ANCORA QUI"
WE ARE STILL HERE
We are still here
do not forget
And we are everywhere
If we want to find
We are still here
Do not forget
Years passed, but
Do not forget us.
From the SONG OF MARCO Casalese "WE STILL HERE"
Remember postcards on which the sender has written so much that s/he can barely squeeze in the signature?
When I don't have time to write a full letter, I send one of my postcards (get them made at MOO) with a word or two.
Credit for texture: Cris Buscaglia Lenz here on Flickr
Happy St. Patrick's Day!
Today made me a bit nostalgic and I revisited photos I took during our trip to Ireland in May of 2012. I selected this series of photos that I believe I hadn't previously posted so that I could share some of the scenes with you. While there are many places in the world that I haven't visited yet, the home of my ancestors keeps calling me to return. It's a call I'd like to answer in the not too distant future.
In the 50s we knew this beautiful location as the home of the Tait family. Tait, as I recall, was an attorney, although there does not appear to be any substantive records.
When I took this photograph so many years ago if you had told me that the World Trade Center would be attacked and destroyed I would have never believed you. Please take time today to remember all those who lost their lives and those who are still suffering from this horrible tragedy. Why can't the people of the world just learn to live in peace…it's so much easier than fighting.
We could meet with a group of girlfriends - have a chat and catch up - have some fun - WELL
Those days are coming back and they will soon be here - be sensible stay safe and those days will be here xx
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Behind again!!!!!
We made this together.
I still remember the day I hold my camera in my hands, I thought it's beautiful as it's complicated. I knew, from the very beginning, I'll have great time while taking photos but I surely didn't know that my camera will teach me about myself, it will become my eyes and I won't go a day without hearing shutter sound, haha. :) It's not just a hobby anymore, it turned into something that I will never lose my passion about, it turned into something that I can't live without doing.
About my works, I love all of them. I love looking at my old photos and thinking "omg, did I really put that up?" Haha. I love seeing all mistakes I've done, I love reading my descriptions and rejuvenate my memory, I love everything about them. That's all I can say about my photos and my love of photography, what I was doing is a life album and now it's done. Until I start something new! ;)
Let's start thank you's? :)
First, my family, my mom and Zuzu, for sure. I know you will understand only a few words if you ever read this but I want everyone to know that you are my first supporter and you always encourage me to stand for what I believe in and what I want to do. You are always there no matter what happens and no one can understand how much I love you and how much I want you to be happy. (whaaaaat, tears are coming! haha.) You are the best mother I could ever ask for and the only person I would do everything for. You don't even know how proud I am to be your daughter and I'm the luckiest girl ever because in 1 universe, 8 planets, 204 countries, 809 islands, 7 seas, 6 billion people, you're MY best friend.
I love you to the moon and back! Haha. <3
Now it's your turn, Zuzu! :) My gorgeous girl. You're the best model I have ever had! :') I just can't stand how beautiful and smart you are, you always make me want to hug you so tight until I break your bones! :o (oh.) You share your precious toys with me, even your meal! Haha. (once she brought me her bone when I was asleep and I found it near my pillow in the morning.) I just love you so freakin much and I guess you know that. Now I'm going to take a break of writing and kiss your lovely nose! <3
So... let's come to you. How can I thank you enough?
You all have been with me through this journey. You were there when I'm sad, when I'm happy, when I'm hopeless, when I'm weak, when I'm strong, when I'm sick, when I'm okay, when I was worried. You were there, no matter what. You cheered me up with your comments, with your messages, with your photos, with your endless support. I've always felt special and loved. Do you know how thankful I am? You probably don't. And can't. I say it from the very deep of my heart, I'm so thankful for you. I appreciate your existence in every way possible. I've been on many websites, and none of them is like flickr. It's like we've known each other for a long time, at least it's how you make me feel.
We're an inspirational world-wide family and we do amazing things together!
365 photos. 170.000 views. 1300 contacts.
You know it's not the end.
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He really was a complete disgrace. He never expected to be alive after he was abandoned on the street I think. And he was just so happy about it.
Looks better pressing L
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~The Old House
In through the porch and up the silent stair;
Little is changed, I know so well the ways;--
Here, the dead came to meet me; it was there
The dream was dreamed in unforgotten days.
But who is this that hurries on before,
A flitting shade the brooding shades among?--
She turned,--I saw her face,--O God, it wore
The face I used to wear when I was young!
I thought my spirit and my heart were tamed
To deadness; dead the pangs that agonise.
The old grief springs to choke me,--I am shamed
Before that little ghost with eager eyes.
O turn away, let her not see, not know!
How should she bear it, how should understand?
O hasten down the stairway, haste and go,
And leave her dreaming in the silent land.
~Amy Levy
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Happy St. Patrick's Day!
Today made me a bit nostalgic and I revisited photos I took during our trip to Ireland in May of 2012. I selected this series of photos that I believe I hadn't previously posted so that I could share some of the scenes with you. While there are many places in the world that I haven't visited yet, the home of my ancestors keeps calling me to return. It's a call I'd like to answer in the not too distant future.
IN ENGLISH BELOW THE LINE
A les golfes d'aquest bloc de pisos, aleshores abandonat i mig cremat, s'hi amagà a finals de 1944 Wladislaw Szpilman, el protagonista real de El Pianista (2002), de Roman Polanski. Fou aquí on el descobrí el capità de la Wehrmacht Wilm Hosenfeld. En comptes de entregar-lo a les SS, Hosenfeld ocultà la seva existencia i li proporcionà menjar, entre novembre i desembre de 1944. Al gener de 1945, Varsòvia i Szpilman foren alliberats, però el propi Hosenfeld fou fet presoner pels sovietics i enviat a camps de presoners a Minsk i Stalingrad, on morí el 1952, tot i els intents de Szpilman perquè l'alliberessin. Aquest bloc d'apartaments, a Aleja Niepodległości 217-225, compta també amb una placa rememorant els fets de 1944 entre Szpilman i Hosenfeld.
Aquesta foto forma part de tot un viatge pel centre de Polònia, enfocat especialment en els més tragics moments del Holocaust i la II Guerra Mundial, que esclafà Polonia com pocs llocs, però que alhora contrasta amb l'increible renaixement del país fins al moment actual.
ca.wikipedia.org/wiki/El_pianista_(pel%C2%B7l%C3%ADcula_de_2002)
war-documentary.info/wladyslaw-szpilman-warsaw/
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In the attic of this apartment block, then abandoned and half-burnt, Wladislaw Szpilman, the real-life protagonist of Roman Polanski's The Pianist (2002), hid in late 1944. It was here that Wehrmacht captain Wilm Hosenfeld discovered him. Instead of handing him over to the SS, Hosenfeld hid his existence and provided him with food between November and December 1944. In January 1945, Warsaw and Szpilman were liberated, but Hosenfeld himself was taken prisoner by the Soviets and sent to prison camps in Minsk and Stalingrad, where he died in 1952, despite Szpilman's attempts to have him released. This apartment block, at Aleja Niepodległości 217-225, also has a plaque commemorating the 1944 events between Szpilman and Hosenfeld.
This photo is part of a trip through central Poland, focused especially on the most tragic moments of the Holocaust and World War II, which devastated Poland like few places, but which at the same time contrasts with the incredible rebirth of the country up to the present day.
On a sunny afternoon I stand before the Hiroshima Genbaku (A-bomb) Dome, 150m from ground zero for the USA attack on August 6 1945. It was 237 days before I was born, and perhaps one of the reasons I was born at all when peace finally came. The building, reinforced as protection against earthquakes and known then as the Prefectural Industrial Promotion Hall, was one of the few buildings to survive the attack. An estimated 60 to 140 thousand people were killed by the immediate explosion.
On a biographical note, I saw the aircraft that dropped the 'Little Boy' bomb, 'Enola Gay' a Boeing B29 Superfortress, several times when I studied at the University of Illinois in Urbana-Champaign in the 1980s. The plane was parked for years at the edge of the nearby Chanute Air Force Base on the I-57 highway to Chicago. I was told at the time that there was controversy about what to do with it. Was it an important historical object or an icon of shame?