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The main track into Morkery Woods. This was RAF South Witham once upon a time.
Voigtlander Vito II camera
Color-Skopar 50m f/3.5 lens
Kodak TriX 400 film
Lab develop & scan
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... all of them leading to the weekend - TGIF!
Cat tracks on the snowy terrace
in our garden - Frankfurt-Nordend
This location is for us Uk photographers the famous Dungeness beach which is on the Kent coast in southern England it has a lot of disused and abandoned huts and rail track like this one.
This is another shot looking up at the front of the Walkie Talkie building in The City of London that, I thought, resembled a running track. As an added bonus, the moire patterns are included free of charge.
Je suis juste de l’autre côté du chemin
Henry Scott-Holland
La mort n’est rien,
je suis seulement passé dans la pièce à côté.
Je suis moi. Vous êtes vous.
Ce que j’étais pour vous, je le suis toujours.
Donnez-moi le nom que vous m’avez toujours donné,
parlez-moi comme vous l’avez toujours fait.
N’employez pas un ton différent, ne prenez pas un air solennel ou triste.
Continuez à rire de ce qui nous faisait rire ensemble.
Priez, souriez, pensez à moi, priez pour moi.
Que mon nom soit prononcé à la maison
comme il l’a toujours été,
sans emphase d’aucune sorte,
sans une trace d’ombre.
La vie signifie tout ce qu’elle a toujours été.
Le fil n’est pas coupé.
Pourquoi serais-je hors de vos pensées,
simplement parce que je suis hors de votre vue ?
Je ne suis pas loin, juste de l’autre côté du chemin.
Vous voyez, tout est bien.
Death is nothing at all,
I have only slipped away into the next room.
I am I, and you are you.
Whatever we were to each other, that we still are.
Call me by my old familiar name,
speak to me in the easy way which you always used,
put no difference in your tone, wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.
Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes we shared together.
Let my name ever be the household word that it always was.
Let it be spoken without effect, without the trace of a shadow on it.
Life means all that it ever meant.
It is the same as it ever was.
There is unbroken continuity.
Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
I am waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near, just around the corner.
All is well.
3 octobre 2020
...Though Nowhereville is still always Somewhereville.
Railroad crossing (Canadian Pacific/Soo Line) along a gravel road near the farm.
It was a hazy day, we were in the midst of experiencing a lot of smoke from the unfortunate fires that Canada was experiencing 😥 (Thoughts still with them)
Barnes County, North Dakota
8/5/2021