Photographer Christian Spencer - was born in Melbourne, Australia, in 1977.
When I was a child .....
When I was
a child in Christmas time witchcraft was in my grandmother's house.
Christmas
tree glistened with a beautiful colorful glow. In the night when the stars in
the sky shone, and everything was asleep, Christmas tree toys - have come to
life.
At my
grandmother's house I kept the spare bedroom as my room with all her dolls in
it. I had a fear of the dolls are alive when I was sleep.
Enchanted
rocking horse, wooden little princess and carriage - everything became real. Used
to wake up in the middle of the night, my imagination would let me see
miniature animals, which were actually real and moving. When I slept I had a feeling that my toys
where dancing around me so I stayed up with
my eyes barrly closed I felt how i am
part of this story. I saw my toy soldiers climbing up a rope into a vase. And I
know they weren't real but I did get kind a freaked out. I could hear drumming
footsteps and bells ringing. I thought it was a group of toy soldiers marching
off to war under my bed!It was like live
inside fantasy story. I used to believe that my dolls would come alive at night
and that they would talk to the other dolls.
I remember
pretending to leave the room saying "i'll be back in second" and
was hiding behind the outside of my
bedroom door trying to peek at my bedroom through a tiny hole in my door
looking at all my teddies and thinking" why are they moving?"
I think it was not only with me. We all need
magic in our lives. We wants to believe
that “that “ world is alive …
Don't count days
✧☼✧☆.•*¨❥*•.¸∞
Don't count days and years...Stop your thoughts... Let them go...
Be here...
Be here with the real You...
Be present in the present moment... Feel it... Observe it..
It's yours everlasting moment...
Celebrate it!
✧☼✧☆.•*¨❥*•.¸∞
photographer May Parlar
الوقت
الوقت .. الوقت كفيل ان يمسح اشياء كثيرة من
حياتنا ، اشخاص ، مواقف ، ذكريات ، لكنه لا يتجرأ على مسح الاحزان ، ولا مسح المشاعر ،
فهذه بقع ضوء لا تنطفئ .
Sweet childhood...
When I was a young child I would love to hear that we were going on a trip. I was full of excitement, because I knew that we would be going to a place that I had never seen before. It was very interesting . I loved these days with my loved people around me. I was safe and happy.
My childhood the most innocent phase of my live and the sweet memories of childhood linger on. My childhood recollections are those of a sheltered and carefree life, nurtured with love and concern. For me everything was a source of immense pleasure to them. There was never a word of reproach or censure against me
I have memories, both from long ago and recent times, that we hold dear to us.My beautiful memories from chilchood get me through the hard days and keep me chipper in the good ones. The past is what makes us who we are. It shapes how we act, how we treat others, and simply just what we do on a day to day basis. For all of us memories are the little things that keep this world running smoothly. Imagine what it would be like to lose those memories. No one from us dont want forget things to the point you were losing our past from our parents home. Berautiful time, smell of the cake, warmth of mothers hands ..... my childhood....
قد لا أكون رفيق موعدك الأول، قبلتك الأولى، أو حبك الأول، ولكني أريد أن أكون الأخير.
Where are you when I do not see you
...
Where are you my angel , when I need
to hug you tight ? I am here like lonely bird . Missing you each moment. You do
not know that time run very slow without your smile .Want to say that you are
my soul, you are the flower of my life!
Without you, I feel like a night sky without a moon.
You are my reward and hope, my butterfly from the sky.And its the true .I
am just happy that I love. The soul
sings a magnificent song, it is called Love. I want to listen to this song
again and again ... What could be more beautiful?
I like this condition so much that I
try to keep it in myself. I believe only
in my heart. I'm just happy that I love...
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