Family love
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Copyrights Tabitha Borges 2007 / http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i124/rose2823/445586-1-wishing.jpg
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My husband’s paternal grandmother, Tootsie, died at the age of 95. She had a sound mind and sound body and an enduring love for gardening, something she cultivated till she breathed her last. Before she died, she gave her grandchildren amaryllis bulbs and to this day, many many years after her passing on, we still have the fruits of her labors. This is one of Tootsie’s amaryllis bulbs that is about to burst into bloom, many springs after her death.
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...but Dad, I’m telling you. I nearly caught one this bigg… MORE WORKS FROM MY PORTFOLIO / edit: horizon was flattened, thanks Alan Rodmell for the heads up =) - – - / Shot settings: / Body: Canon EOS 350D / Lens: Canon 50mm f/1.8 “nifty fifty” / Shutter Speed: 1/500 sec / Focal Length: 50mm / Flash: Did not fire / ISO: 100 / Aperture value: f/8
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Taken on the street in Phnom Penh, Cambodia. I’ll let this one speak for itself …
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Sony DSC F717 Digital Photo, Photoshop enhanced, inspired by the story told below and the song that follows. / / Decades ago I lived in a one bedroom apartment at Rendall Pl. in Silver Lake, CA. It was a quaint little place. There were only two units built above a two car garage with a single entry way and walk up to the individual flats on either side of the stairway. The layout was identical in both abodes. My neighbors were a young very good looking couple. She was an up and coming model and designer. He was the lead singer songwriter of a popular band in SoCal. We were very cordial at first but gradually warmed and became more than passing acquaintances. I attended different venues at their invitation. We partied all over town. We ate together, had cocktails often and shared many a joint during our late night chats. These two were very into each other. They were so hot that you could actually envision yourself romantically with either one of them as I did on more than one occasion. Anyway, as I mentioned before our apartments were identical which made it difficult to keep any animal urges quiet enough so that we couldn’t hear each other. You see, our beds were in the exact same position on either side of our bedroom walls through necessity. There was no other way to fit a bed of any size unless one knocked out a wall. And the walls, huh, they did nothing for privacy. I could hear every grunt, moan and fevered whisper, and feel their bumps, grinds and vibrations as I lay alone in my own bed. Not being much of a voyeur, I convinced myself that I wasn’t interested in their coupling. I made half hearted attempts to shut out the sounds and the visions they conjured up in my mind by meditating. That didn’t work at all. I’d throw my arm over my head in frustration. When I did this my hand would thud against the wall. My God, I could even feel the heat permeate right thru to my side. ‘Wait a minute, did I just hear, did they, did one of them, did both of them just say my name?’ It had to be my imagination. I could feel hands on my body. One thing for sure they didn’t belong to me. One of my hands was clenched tightly by my side and the other was still pressed against the wall above my head. ‘Oh wow!’ I could feel myself becoming him and then becoming her and then him and her again. I panted and writhed in the grip of this unnatural commingling. Until, with the suddenness of thunder after already having seen the lightning strike in the distance, my whole consciousness was shattered into a million slivers that fell like broken crystal all about me. I slipped into a deep sleep the likes of which had not been felt since the Titans of lore slumbered. ‘Damn you Timothy Leary and those trips I took once upon a time.’ This went on for over a year, the strange relationship of theirs, of ours. Was I attracted to them and were they attracted and attached to me? Nothing more than long hugs and pecks and kisses ever passed between us. So neither one of us ever bothered to try and figure it out. Besides, too much scrutiny would invite the wrong kinds of conclusions. I avoided all flirtations from either of them and was careful not to do any flirting of my own. I was content with, what was to my mind anyway, the mystical thing we shared. That following summer was busy for all of us. We got together socially as often as our schedules would permit. The young lady’s career was beginning to take off and required her to travel quite often. I was also traveling courtesy of the off shore oil drilling company that I worked for. The young man was heavily into the rock scene, his band played gigs up and down the West Coast. One weekend I was returning from a four day symposium in New York and was so dog tired that I left my luggage in the hallway and climbed into bed fully clothed and promptly fell to sleep. I would awaken several times through the night to the sounds of the boys in the band practicing as quietly as they could, some new material, playing poker and generally shooting the breeze. They’re numbers dwindled until there were only one or two more band mates with my young neighbor. At some point they must have gone out, when I came awake again there was only stillness in their flat. I got up, undressed and snacked on something, took a pee and went back to bed and to sleep. Around, 2:30 or 3:30 in the morning. I awoke to the sounds of love making. I assumed the girl had returned and that they were catching up on lost time. I was too tired to participate however and went back to sleep. I didn’t see much of them in the next couple of weeks because I was so busy and rarely at home. When I did see them the dynamic seemed to have changed, something was wrong. There was tension between them that made our conversations uneasy. I gave them their space. One day I saw them having a heated discussion and saw her snatching her hand away from his. They rushed into their apartment. That same night I heard angry whispers coming through the wall and sensed something beautiful coming to an end. Around midnight they’re voices became more strained but still hushed. I heard him say “Come on, stay. Let’s work this out!” There was no reply. There was only the rustling of clothing and the dragging of something across the bare floor. He continued to implore her not to go as I heard her high heels going down the stone stairs. He shouted “F** you then!” and slammed the door shut behind her. I heard the outer door slam shut seconds later. Saddened, emotionally and physically drained by what was happening to my young lovers, I fell into an exhausted sleep. A week went by I didn’t see either of them and heard nothing coming through the walls. Their mail was in piles at their door. That weekend I was out partying with some of my own friends and came home rather late. Their mail had been collected and I could see light coming from under the door. More than a little high, I made my way into my apartment and proceeded to get something to eat hoping to stave off the morning after hangover. I staggered into the bedroom, undressed and started eating my snack on the side of the bed. I heard the young man’s anxious pleas coming through the wall as he spoke to his missing lady love over the phone. There was crying and apologies and more crying and uncertain promises that gave way to his hopeless confession… *Listen to this song We Were Going Down / (It Only Happened Once) / RoyAllenHunt © February 4, 2007 It only happened once, we were out having fun didn’t mean to do you wrong, I really didn’t want to do you wrong. You were out of town nobody else was around. A few drinks later we were going down. It was just that one time. I can’t tell you a lie. But it wasn’t anything about you it was just something I thought I wanted to do. It only happened once, we were just having fun. Didn’t really mean to do you wrong. I didn’t want to do you wrong. I know it’s hard to take. And I Hope you don’t think it’s too late, too late for us. I wish you’d come back to try it all again. I wish you’d give me one more chance to prove that I can be everything you need. It only happened once. Why don’t you believe me? Why don’t you believe me? Remember when we used to be everything to each other the very air we lived and breathed? Remember how we made plans to travel all over the land and what we would do when we got back to our little house of romance. We’d shut the door on the world outside and in our loving nest we two would hide. It only happened once, we were just having fun. Please come back home! You were out of town nobody else was around a few drinks later we were going down, down, down. It was just that one time I’m not telling you a lie. No, I’m not lying. Alright, okay. Maybe I always felt this way. Maybe I even thought about it before and I hope I won’t do that anymore. Baby, please…don’t let us go. It only happened once, we were out having fun. Didn’t really mean to do you wrong. I didn’t want to do you wrong.
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Ah Sunflower, weary of time, / Who countest the steps of the sun; / Seeking after that sweet golden clime / Where the traveller’s journey is done; Where the Youth pined away with desire, / And the pale virgin shrouded in snow, / Arise from their graves, and aspire / Where my Sunflower wishes to go! / Words by William Blake Dedicated to Jean from her loving family and friends. Music by Emile Koelink / For Jean Painted with acrylics, inks, graphite and gold foil / 100×42cm
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a memory is a photograph taken by the heart to make a special moment last forever.
by Natalia Campbelli love the bond between these two….my two fave people in the whole world…..everytime i see this, it tugs my heart string :)
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(Same one as Merry Christmas, but different writing)
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October is a Memory Hammer
by mstraceThere nothing in the air in October to slow down the pain that leaks from one person and into another. It transmutes like lightning. Flas…
My Father had and still has a profound influence on me. His story begins here And it continues here…made ALL THE MORE poignant for me when gifted photographer Mel Brackstone commented that she may have been channeling me while working on this photo, titled Melt Down and after looking at it I’ve gotta agree. If you read the entire story, of me and Dad, to the end…you may well agree too.
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Series of Three: A Hike Into the Heart of Love / 1. The Path To My Lover / 2. Closer To Love / 3. Love At Last / By: Linaji 2008 AT LAST … / I CAME TO THE MOUNTAIN TOP, / AND I SAW THE STORM COMING, / INSIDE THE SEEDS OF CONTRAST / CAME DRUMMING, / AT LAST, / I ALLOWED THE STATE OF FLUX / TO BREW, / AND THEN ONCE AGAIN WITHOUT / A DOUBT I KNEW.. / AT LAST, / LOVE WAS IN THE CONTRAST TOO. / LOVE WAS IN THE CONTRAST TOO. Last in the series of 3 on the same day.. on the same hike.. / MUSIC BY “ETTA JAMES”;http://www.livevideo.com/video/470AF1E2415746DCA3A81D18B65A0FC9/etta-james-at-last.aspx
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Soldiers of hope for a new generation of conservation. Volume 3
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Family (GrandMa and Grandkids) at a Northern Mullaloo Beach having fun in the Indian Ocean. / Bit chilly for a swim that day:-) / Perth, Western Australia. Olympus E300 / Zuiko 14 – 45 mm lens
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This photo is older, I uploaded this for a challenge; “Cats looking out windows.” Clover & Kirara(Best friends and brother & sister), 2007. As is.
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My ferocious kitty Fella
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American Values Love of God, / Love of Family, / Love of Country. Also available as Art
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American Values Love of God, / Love of Family, / Love of Country. Also available as a Tee /
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this is my friend Lauren, she is 35 weeks pregnant in this photo, with her beautiful son, Cohen Crawford Greenlaw. Due March 25th.
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Slick is such a good sport he’ll let me do anything I want to him! ha ha ha FEATURED in the group Paws N Claws / SPECIAL FEATURE for the month of July in the group Paws N Claws / FEATURED in the group Sleeping Creatures
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A kitty from the past named Lil’ Dude. He was sooooooo pretty & such a brat! I had a body pillow that I folded in half when I made my bed & he’d climb into it & pass out leaving only his head & a paw sticking out. The first couple of times I didn’t know he was in there & he got a rude awakening! LOL He was always up to something! / He has a new home now & is missed dearly! =) FEATURED in the group Kittens !! / FEATURED in the group Sleeping Creatures
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Van Vieng, Laos what are you thinking? -Canon EOS Rebel XT
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Reflection
by down23Slick & his reflection /
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A commission for a very beautiful lady with a very beautiful family. Title came to me while varnishing the painting… Absolute Beginners, Bowie. Acrylic on Canvas and lots of sweat and effort :D but worth it for someone who is so pleased. 90×120cm
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Although sometimes it sure doesn’t feel like it….:) Tammy and I have been friends for 32 years….I know; that must mean we met while in our mothers’ wombs….LOL….wink. :) All layers are mine.
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