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If you want to know how I am, you look at the photos. You listen for the sound of my throat choking on my own voice as the shutter clicks. You try to determine if the blurs are from smudges on the lens, or if from a shake of the hand, or deeper within the elements of my machine. You use other methods, which I may never understand.

 

Look once, twice, and again. When you find these truths, keep them safe for me. I'm searching my photos for clues, too.

Michael can’t really remember his mother as she left when he was young to become a trapeze artist for the travelling circus that had been visiting town. He can still remember her last words to him though which were ‘It will never be easy’ and he has taken those words and turned them in to a matra which he uses when things in his life are starting to go a little out of control. So now when things start to go wrong he calmly closes his eyes and repeats the mantra over and over again.

 

It’s not entirely clear how but it has apparently got him out of some pretty serious situations like when he was arrested for trying to swim the English Channel with only one flipper and a tin box full of aggressive fruit flies which just kept flying in to his eyes. Needless to say the Coast Guard was called as he had managed to cross into the shipping lanes which meant many boats were told to steer clear causing major havoc at ports throughout the EU. All in all that little escapade cost the British taxpayer something in the region of £4.7 million. And he never even got prosecuted.

 

Made using the magic of imagination, acrylic, paint pen, watercolour, pastel and gold leaf on A4 paper.

 

Cheers

 

id-iom

 

Lyrical architecture: Rockefeller Center, NYC in summer

In honor of all those who have given their lives to protect others.

 

My country,' tis of thee,

sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing;

land where my fathers died,

land of the pilgrims' pride,

from every mountainside let freedom ring!

 

My native country, thee,

land of the noble free, thy name I love;

I love thy rocks and rills,

thy woods and templed hills;

my heart with rapture thrills, like that above.

 

Let music swell the breeze,

and ring from all the trees sweet freedom's song;

let mortal tongues awake;

let all that breathe partake;

let rocks their silence break, the sound prolong.

 

Our fathers' God, to thee,

author of liberty, to thee we sing;

long may our land be bright

with freedom's holy light;

protect us by thy might, great God, our King.

 

America (or My Country, 'Tis of Thee) text by Samuel F. Smith, (1808-1895)

This small plaque is at the highest point on Hadrian's Wall, not everyone notices it but I always take a moment to think of this young man.

Something for the Christmas that passed. ^_^

A bit grain added

Remember The Name / Poster design / Emerge Studios

More than five hundred images displayed in the two coffee table books I made last year & also remembering Triumph, my brother's dog who very sadly passed away one year ago...

On my blog

Instagram

most of us have experienced it.

 

When you realize...

 

Scoot: "I suck at "Edge-A-Sketch." :(

Lens Canon EF-S18-200mm f/3.5-5.6 IS @200mm | ISO 100 | 1/80s @ f/5,6

 

better view

 

25.05.10 | 7.23 pm | 103_5335 | Self

Almost (but not quite) forgotten Union graves buried deep in the woods, near where they fell in battle at Okolona Mississippi in 1864 during the American Civil War.

The Valencia Marathon started with a minute of silence and some people also had Paris attacks on their minds and hearts

From the place de la Republique on the day and at the time the final events unfolded in two separate hostage situations. It felt as if the world had come unhinged.

A family watches a video of the life of Tony Gwynn ~ @ Petco Park the afternoon of Tony Gwynn's death ~ June 16, 2014

this was a hard winter.

 

i learned a lot.

 

i have a lot to remember.

 

here's to it.

Ólafur Arnalds - re:member

  

Huawei P30 Pro

RAW edited in Adobe Lightroom Classic

A Moment of Silence in the Remembrance Day for Fallen Soldiers and Victims of Terrorism.

Best seen in black.

  

sometimes savoring the memory is almost as sweet as the moment that created it....

 

peace to you and yours...ACE

Sorry for the orange-niss.I dont know why its like that.

Anyways,you've probably forgotten who I am.I'm really sorry about not uploading pictures.I've just been really uninspired.Sometimes I look at my pictures and I think "yuck" and I want to delete all of them. But in a way,you can't really compare your work with other peoples',just like art.Because everyones style is different.It wouldn't be that interesting if it was all the same.

And yes,I still love dolls and I'm not going to be all "I'm leaving Flickr/Youtube!" I just wanted to let you guys know :)

I may upload some of the photos I took from May/June

P.S. Sorry for the rant xD

Remembering those who past away too soon...

remember when you were young enough to fit in this swing...where has time gone.

Governor Hogan attends the annual Maryland Remembers ceremony by Joe Andrucyk, Patrick Siebert at The Westin Annapolis, 100 Westgate Cir, Annapolis, MD 21401

Today is the shortest day of the year, and dreary. Maybe a little color will help brighten things up a bit..

Today and the rest of the week RAIN ugh.

Used to love campfire Marshmellows...mostly I remember them in wax paper...a Five pound tin must be for a boy scout cookout. Or the Kkwwwuuusssshhhhhh of Maxwell House Coffee, pop the key off the top, lift the tab and insert it into the key and roll it around the top of the can...forthose of you familiar with a 12 inche black and white TV with tubes in it, you could here the sounds on the Maxwell House commercial for 'I Remember Mama"

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