Death old
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This room at no. 85 Bank St, Port Fairy had recently been abandoned, evidenced by a half-drunk bottle of Pure Blonde sitting on the fireplace. It told an unfinished story of neglect and impoverishment, not uncommon in Australian rural towns.
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I pushed the button / Somebody opened the door / Her name was Monika / And Monika was mine ever more / She said I can’t be held responsible / For all the guilt in this world / Seven years is enough for any boy or girl She set fire to the house / And watched it burn down to the ground The house was in darkness / Monika made me insist / If you want to stay that’s alright / But it’s at your own risk / Keep your mouth shut / Keep it bottled up inside your head / Love is disappeared / Love is vanished all hope is dead She set fire to the house / And watched it burn down to the ground Pretty flames / Illuminated the night / Monika’s face was snow white / If she was ever unfaithful to me / Well I didn’t notice / Especially There are murders / That aren’t murders / And they happen every single day / We break our promises / We find it hard to break away / Only Monika she left first / And in that cold clear dawn light / An empty can of kerosene / Helped that house of love burn down so bright She set fire to the house / And watched it burn down to the ground Watched it burn down to the ground Stephen Cummings/Andrew Pendlebury
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Mr.Roland died two days after I took that picture,he was a realy good friend and I use to tease him a lot.He was blind but always recognised me because he knew my voice«Ah!....« Gigi de St-Hippolyte»he used to say , holding my hand.He never asked for much only to organised his meal in a way he could easily eat by himself and to give him his chaplet for the ceremony on sundays.A great person , very generous and smiling all the time.The worst part for him was not being able to go to the bathroom ,I think that idea killed him ,he was so proud.He died very peacefully with her daughter and son ,hand in hand .The hand you see in the picture is his son’s .Let’s say that if I wasn’t passionnate about my job I couldn’t do it . / /
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I don’t know that man.He doesn’t talk ,walk ,hear,see…he ’s closed to the world.His wife comes every day,she’s younger than him and I can see a lot of affection in her eyes but everybody knows she has somebody else in her life.She puts a little hat on his head ,cover him with something warm and bring him to the balcony,even if it’s cold outside.One day,at the beginning of my shift,I went to get him for super ,the hat was covering his eyes and since he couldn’t move,he looked like a Mexican taking a nap …I smiled but at the same time I couldn’t help myself thinking how much he must be raging inside cut from the world like this …in fact I WAS RAGING inside for being so helpless toward that man. / posted later …. / He died a few weeks after I took this shot,both hands never openned….....Gigi
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A very old analouge negative taken on Boxing Day some twenty odd years ago. This girl was living with my younger sister in Darlinghurst in Sydney at the time and yes there were drugs involved. Neither of them survived the experience. All I have left is some very old photo’s and my memories. To death us do drug. Was that a challenge, a motto or a promise. I could never work it out.
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Every now and then I like to “step outside” my boundary of usual subject matter and do something really different. This is one of those images. Captured outside the town of Central City, Colorado, I happened by this scene by luck, along with the other 2 cemeteries close by it. Long closed, these are the real deal “wild west’ cemeteries, long forgotten, long not seen. Looking like a scene out of the movie “Pale Rider”.....I had to photograph it. The ruts in the ground were still visible from where the old wagons used to carry the bodies up from the town. Quite an amazing place…. / Thoughts welcomed! —-John —-—-—-—-—-—-— / More of my work can be seen on my website at http://jdebordphoto.com / All artwork is © John De Bord, All Rights Reserved. You may not use, replicate, manipulate, redistribute, or modify this image without my express consent.
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Time for the final bout, / Rows of deserted houses, / All our stable mates highway bound… / - Death Cab for Cutie
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........................................................................................................................................... / Artist Comment: / I wanted to let the viewer think and maybe question what happens from the exact time of death to the precise birth of life. / .................................................................................................................................................. / This is a digital created image / Thank you for viewing my work Image copyright © 2008, Larry Fridel. Copying and displaying or redistribution of this image without permission from the artist is strictly prohibited.
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Another in my series of the Old General Hospital. This is of the interior hallway leading into the bowels of the sinister and dark sanitorium. I didn’ t have a flashlight becasue this was spur of the moment. So I had to use my camera flash to illuminate the long dark hallways that have many rooms and other halls leading from this main corridor. I crept along hugging the wall working my way deeper into the dungeon like structure. My imagination was going wild as I visualized the scenes of countless horror movies and their macabre scenes. I could almost feel the horror of its previous occupants as the darkness enveloped me; yet I dared go a little further just to get that picture of what lay beyond… / / Visit my website On The Rock Photography /
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I had an elderly couple on / my last tour..in their 80s… / So devoted to each other.. / It made me think: / “how beautiful to walk to / the end of the road / together…” Paint Shop Pro Winner of the challenge “Til today is a memory and tomorrow is lost” in the Prize Challenges Group (74 entries) Featured in the Group “All Out Emotion” Top 10 in the challenge “Time”, Challenge Cafe` Group (222 entries) Top 10 in the challenge “Wonder of time”, Prize Challenge Group (145 entries)
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This is a photo of my Gram talking with my daughter. / This took place often, and I pray whatever Gram was saying to her, she’ll remember when she’s older. / Rest in Peace Gram….
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View the Original of this Photo HERE Watch the Video here LANGUAGE WARNING We’ve all seen a man at the liquor store beggin’ for your change / The hair on his face is dirty, dread-locked, and full of mange / He asks a man for what he could spare, with shame in his eyes / “Get a job you fucking slob,” is all he replied / God forbid you ever had to walk a mile in his shoes / ‘Cause then you really might know what it’s like to sing the blues Then you really might know what it’s like… / Then you really might know what it’s like… / Then you really might know what it’s like… / Then you really might know what it’s like… Mary got pregnant from a kid named Tom that said he was in love / He said, “Don’t worry about a thing, baby doll / I’m the man you’ve been dreaming of” / But 3 months later he say won’t date her or return her calls / And she swear, God damn, if I find that man I’m cuttin’ off his balls. / And then she heads for the clinic and / she gets some static walking through the door / They call her a killer, and they call her a sinner / and they call her a whore / God forbid you ever had to walk a mile in her shoes / ‘cause then you really might know what it’s like to have to choose. Then you really might know what its like / Then you really might know what its like / Then you really might know what its like / Then you really might know what its like I’ve seen a rich man beg / I’ve seen a good man sin / I’ve seen a tough man cry / I’ve seen a loser win / And a sad man grin / I heard an honest man lie / I’ve seen the good side of bad / And the downside of up / And everything between / I licked the silver spoon / Drank from the golden cup / And smoked the finest green / I stroked the fattest dimes at least a couple of times / before I broke their heart / You know where it ends, yo, / it usually depends on where you start I knew this kid named Max / He used to get fat stacks out on the corner with drugs / He liked to hang out late / he liked to get shit-faced and keep the pace with thugs / Until late one night there was a big gun fight and Max lost his head / He pulled out his chrome .45, talked some shit, and wound up dead / Now his wife and his kids are caught in the midst of all of this pain / You know it crumbles that way at least that’s what they say when he played the game / God forbid you ever had to wake up to hear the news / ‘Cause then you really might know what it’s like to have to lose Then you really might know what it’s like… / Then you really might know what it’s like… / Then you really might know what it’s like…to have to lose Everlast
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94th
by Colin TobinFrom my Grandfather’s Ninety-Fourth birthday party.
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“Mr Wegg, if you was brought here loose in a bag to be articulated, I’d name your smallest bones blindfold equally with your largest, as fast as I could pick ‘em out, and I’d sort ‘em all, and sort your vertebrae, in a manner that would equally surprise and charm you.” – Mr. Venus, Articulator – from the book Our Mutual Friend by Charles Dickens Stock: Bird: Archistock http://archistock.deviantart.com/art/Creepy-Bird-77455534 / Surgeon’s stuff: Lockstock http://lockstock.deviantart.com/art/Surgeon-s-Table-01-10250561 / Hat: Peace-of-art http://peace-of-art.deviantart.com/art/Two-Top-Hats-61892310 / http://www.sxc.hu/photo/546034 My own stock: Foxstox http://foxstox.deviantart.com/art/Abandoned-Farmhouse-83028054 / textures, all else – are mine. ©2007-2008 Aimee Stewart, Foxfires
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Design by Sánchez® 2008
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Most power line-posts I have seen, are old tree trunks!! Really big trees and now they are dead… www.hmx23.com Get this shirt for only $18 Other Shirts you might like: /
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Dealing With Loss – Grief /
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Remember that you are mortal.
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Toddler leaning on soldier’s gravestone at a National Military Cemetery in the United States. This is one of those moments when I felt I was destined to be at this place at this moment in time. Nikon F3, 300mm f2.8 EDAF lens, Kodachrome 25
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My deer...
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death of a king
by hsien-kuyou told me once / when we search for God / he, with the same eye, searches also for us / and then you poured the tea / without noticing / ...
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