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Animal lovers know the pain of losing a beloved nonhuman family member. We mourn, we remember, and we move on. However, sometimes an animal companion leaves an indelible mark on our souls, a hole in our hearts that can't be filled. Chloe was such. She chose us that day in the shelter, she sassed her way into our hearts, gave each of us love (and a piece of her mind when she felt it was warranted). I've been blessed with many animal companions through the years, as has my husband. And we both agree that none have made such an impression, left such a mark, as our loving, smart, sassy tabby, Chloe. We were blessed the day she entered our lives.
It's the 3rd anniversary of her passing and we love and cherish her memory.
Chloe, forever in our hearts.
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I have not personally know etva,
I do not know anything about her
except what emerges from his images ....
yet, by visiting his photostream
I have taken a great sadness....
Lately he had taken to support my works
and now it seems so strange his absence.
I met etva elaborating its image under
"winter trees" as the Source Image for the Kreative People
and I wanted to greet her with a new processing
the same image
Thank you Beth
Have not been out photographing in a couple of weeks, it is so cold here! Looking back over some of my fall shots and missing the colors. This was taken just as the sun came up over the horizon in the San Juan Mountains.
"It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way – in short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only." "a tale of two cities" C.D.
We've hit the late autumn "gray" in Michigan, so that leads me to looking back at brighter days, like this one at Dow Gardens in Midland, MI, summer, 2024. I miss the greater prevalence of butterflies and hope those days return, too.
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Two-axle Amsterdam tram from 1929;
this tram type served until 1968.
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IL MAESTRO GIUSTO
C'era una volta un cane
che non sapeva abbaiare.
andò da un lupo a farselo spiegare,
ma il lupo gli rispose
con un tale ululato
che lo fece scappare spaventato.
Andò da un gatto, andò da un cavallo,
e - mi vergogno a dirlo -
perfino da un pappagallo.
Imparò dalle rane a gracidare,
dal bove a muggire,
dall'asino a ragliare,
dal topo a squittire,
dalla pecora a fare « bè bè »,
dalle galline a fare coccodè.
Imparò tante cose,
però non era affatto soddisfatto
e sempre si domandava
(magari con un « qua qua »...):
- Che cos'è che non va?
Qualcuno gli risponda, se lo sa.
Forse era matto?
O forse non sapeva
scegliere il maestro adatto?
(Gianni Rodari)
NOI IL MAESTRO GIUSTO LO ABBIAMO AVUTO...
DI FOTO; MA ANCHE DI VITA....
grazie GIGI...
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I am still experimenting with AI in combination with my own photos. In this one the woman was created in DDG and then used as the input image for Wombo to create two photos which were merged. Elements from my own photos were included and everything was further manipulated in both Topaz and Photoshop.
All rights reserved. This photo is not authorized for use on your blogs, pin boards, websites or use in any other way. You may NOT download this image without written permission from lemon~art.
It’s difficult to close the door on the things that once made us happy, that offered bright promise during dark times. Things that helped us find love or hope or happiness.
But the hard truth is that not everything can last forever and things end; sometimes abruptly, sometimes fading away slowly until they’re just a speck disappearing in the distance. We can’t hold onto things forever, no matter how firmly we fix our grasp upon them. We can’t force people to stay and seldom can we control the situations we find ourselves in.
But what we can do is remember one simple, undeniable reality. And that is that new prospects will always arise from the end of something else. That it’s okay to let go of something that ends, even when it’s devastatingly painful. Even when it’s something that seems like it’s being yanked away from you before you’re ready. The ending of things will sometimes feel excruciating, even when we deep down know that it’s the right thing, the only thing.
Who has ever started something new, something exciting, without finishing something first? It’s only when we’re defeated by the prospect of something ending that we think to pull ourselves up and move forward. Life is a process, a series of ups and downs. A sequence of unpredictable happenings. It’s not black and white and most of the events that fill up the timeline of our lives are very rarely planned or expected.
But isn’t that the whole point? Isn’t that what life is meant to be about? The things that end and the new opportunities that come out of them. The ways in which we fight and struggle and conquer and overcome.
One day you will wake up and it won’t hurt so bad. That you’ll go through entire days without playing out that ending in your mind. That soon there will be whole stretches of time when it never even crosses your mind, until one day it’s just an uncomfortable memory.
Know that one day you will look back and see that event not as the end, but as a starting point. As the pivot that turned everything around. As the thing that gave you the courage to try something new, something that would come to a beautiful fruition.
Let yourself realize that every wonderful thing that you’ve experienced is so because something else ended, not in spite of it.
Things will end, while others are just beginning.
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"Life changes as we're having dinner."
It's an expression I've heard over the years
and eventually understood it by experiencing it.
It's shocking the first time it happens. We somehow adjust.
And then, again, our lives change. We adjust over and over.
And now we have a pandemic, Covid-19, and this, too, shall pass. And we will hopefully return to what will be our new normal . Maybe we'll be a bit softer, not so angry,
not so opinionated in our political beliefs,
not so hateful with our words.
Maybe, just maybe, we won't take our everyday comforts for granted.
Hopefully we'll come to see a dawning of a new world,
one where harmony and good will towards those who hold different beliefs will reign...
and let it begin with me.
Hallelujah!
Own image and textures
A BIG Thank You, LFI for including this photo in Leica Master Shots. 🙏 📷
And of course thanks to all of YOU! It is the reason for the submission. ❤️
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San Jose NM, mid-1950s . That's my great-grandpa Sam, WW1 vet. He was very much loved and is fondly remembered by many many people some 30 years after his death. He made homemade wine, and I'm guessing that's what's in the cup. He had a small ranch with horses in San Jose (at junction of Santa Fe Trail and Pecos River). That's my mom he's holding. She's still around, being my mommy:). I wish that Ford was in my driveway. Thanks for looking!