Story Time
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... Once upon a time there was a dovely couple name Dave and Dora who doved to rendezvous daily at Chez Jules. They were very much in dove and enjoyed to dine al-fresco. It was all very tweet and romantic. The nest is history! The End. 💗
Analogica, Fujica ST 701 ( 1970 ), Fujinon 55 mm F 1.8, Kodak color plus 200 asa sviluppo con Tetenal. Oggi ero libero ma non ho avuto tempo per Flickr, una tromba d' aria questa mattina ha distrutto alcuni tetti nel villaggio e cosa molto più grave ha fatto danni alla mia auto...
Every flower recorded its stories… Capturing flower is the way to release yourself. 😉
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Green story
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Chancellor - Walking In The Rain
www.youtube.com/watch?v=tyX5XodD0rg
I hope these tears will stop someday
Someday I will collect this fisherman
The warm sunlight will dry these tears, my tired face
Feeling tired little by little
I want to throw it all away, I'm tired of my old dreams
than have
I have too many things that I lack
every time you feel
My legs are losing strength, so they won't give me
I hope these tears will stop someday
Someday I will clear this darkness
I hope the sad sunshine will dry these tears
My friend comforting me saying that it will be okay
Every day makes me a little afraid
I say believe in me, but I can't believe it
Now I don't know how long I can last
If you wait, it will come someday
As the sun rises even when the night passes
Even my aching heart will be healed someday
help me now
Heaven help me please
overcome by myself
Zashimi is disappearing more and more
Someday (someday) I hope these tears will stop
Someday, this darkness will be lifted
I hope the warm (warm) sunshine will dry these tears
(Please dry these tears)
If you wait, it will come someday (Someday, someday..)
Even when the night goes down, just like the sun rises (as the sun rises)
Even my aching heart will get better someday
(Everything will get better someday)
someday...
someday...
I want to clarify that the photos are not chronological. It wasn't meant to be one single story but multiple stories. However, if you want to use your imagination to fill the gaps to make a coherent story, by all means :).
We were both young when I first saw you
I close my eyes, and the flashback starts
I'm standing there
On a balcony in summer air
See the lights, see the party, the ball gowns
See you make your way through the crowd
And say, "Hello"
Little did I know
That you were Romeo, you were throwing pebbles
And my daddy said, "Stay away from Juliet"
And I was crying on the staircase
Begging you, "Please don't go, " and I said
Romeo, take me somewhere we can be alone
I'll be waiting, all there's left to do is run
You'll be the prince and I'll be the princess
It's a love story baby just say "Yes"
Songwriters: Taylor Swift
Picture taken @ Frogmore
I just finished my tour through Belgium visiting customers in Bruges, Gent and Liège. Unfortunately I had not enough time for shooting activities so I have to serve some „canned“ impressions from Gent taken three years ago. Gent, Oost-Vlaanderen, Belgium
Symbiose admirable entre ces arbres et ces roches qui s'unissent pour vous livrer ce décor merveilleux!
Southwest Arizona, USA. Coyote Mountain Wilderness. Twilight.
Full frame. No crop. No post processing.
▽ Iconic hair
▽ Mila eyes
▽ Imitation choker
▽ Scandalize dress and bra
▽ Lyrium pose
▽ Minimal backdrop
More info and landmarks: UGLLYDUCKLING BLOG
Analogica, Zenit B ( 1967 ), priva di esposimetro, Kodak color 200 asa, Helios 44-2 58 mm 2 F, sviluppo con Tetenal. Mangio e poi commento le vostre foto !
I found this ghostly looking packing in my kitchen. Some of my friends say ghosts live in old houses. When I was a boy, I was dreaming to see a HARMLESS ghost.
I had a chance to live in a place where people believe a ghost (old lady) exists. Unfortunately, I did not see the ghost, but my friend saw.
I've never seen a real ghost in my life. Still, I do NOT say "Ghosts do not exist."
or.... 66 orbits around the sun. :)
Southwest Arizona, USA.
Full frame. No crop. No post processing.
Credit @ :Fanatik Architecture
:Fanatik Architecture: STALKER CASTLE
:Fanatik Architecture: BEACH ROCKS Barrier Linear
:FANATIK: DEBRIS Stone 1
Credit @ Little branch
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The vista from my back porch. Quinlan, Comobabi mountains and the Coyotoe Mountain Wilderness. The Altar Valley, Southwest of Tucson, Arizona. No crop.
(Picture and story different earnings though)
Few years ago my moms friend moved back to our hometown. I call her auntie. Soon after auntie moved back she found out that her middle school teacher (who then was in her eighties) lived two blocks down the street.
The teacher had never been married and did not have children of her own. She lived alone by herself and had a hired helpers who came during different hours of the day to do the household chores.
Auntie then decided that she would visit her teacher every Sunday rain or shine and spend the day with her. This became their thing and went on for a few years. Three years ago I had the pleasure of meeting this sweet lady in her home. She offered me sweets and snacks and was so happy to have a new visitor. Her eyes sparkled with joy.
The same year one Sunday when auntie was visiting her, the teacher complained of a slight chest pain. The ambulance was called and she was rushed into the emergency room. On the way to the emergency room, the teacher held my auntie's hand and said thank for being there for me. She then took off the diamond earrings that she was wearing handed it over to my auntie and said this is a little token of my appreciation for everything that you have done for me over the years dear, I want you to have it. Later that day she died of an heart attack.
I cant get over the fact that in the midst of the pain and chaos the teacher took the time to thank auntie for her kindness and how much she cherished those Sunday visits.
This is the sweetest story I have ever heard of inheritance.