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  1. 118/365 See this quite often; a forgotten item in a park or other public place. It always makes me wonder what caused the item's owner to be distracted and forget they left something behind.

    The mug was likely a gift. :(

    #photography #blackandwhite #monochrome #coffee #SilverEfex #leftBehind #forgotten

  2. So many great bands all this years... I mean, between 2005-2019 (until pandemic). So much talent, originality, deep proposals, powerful aesthetics, etc. all dead, all left behind. All forgotten, after struggling so hard to emerge and becoming something moderately big, without positive reply, without support, without help, withour response...

    I keep those projects in my heart and I value them like a treasure, a rare treasure I was lucky to meet. Thank you for having done those gold pieces for me and for the few around the world who appreciate your hard and rare work. Love you all...

    Here, "Ek shaneek", Das Racist (2010)

    youtu.be/7tthQVGjz5g?si=Eygwjq

    #music #rare #forgotten #unfair #art #work #nonsense #faith #treasures

  3. A quotation from Samuel Johnson

    There is nothing more dreadful to an author than neglect, compared with which reproach, hatred, and opposition are names of happiness; yet this worse, this meanest fate, every one who dares to write has reason to fear.

    Samuel Johnson (1709-1784) English writer, lexicographer, critic
    Source (1750-03-24), The Rambler, No. 2

    More about this quote: wist.info/johnson-samuel/24197…

    #quote #quotes #quotation #qotd #samueljohnson #author #forgotten #ignored #insignificance #literarycriticism #neglect #notice #oblivion #obscurity #publicity #reaction #unread #writer #writing

  4. The Witness

    Once, I went searching for ghosts. Now, I search for something quieter. The places where humanity still whispers. There is a difference. Ghosts ask us to wonder. Whispers ask us to listen. I have found them beneath weathered stones, inside forgotten prisons, among ancient earthworks, and where the tide quietly returns what the sea is finally willing to surrender. Read on with the 🔗 for KandiBlaze.Wordpress.com

    kandiblaze.wordpress.com/2026/

  5. Fort Pulaski: Ghosts in the Brickwork

    I hear them before I see them. Not ghosts. Not phantoms. Not pale figures wandering the corridors. Something worse. Something real. The fort remembers. Click for full poem with fort images.

    kandiblaze.wordpress.com/2026/

  6. Light and Shadow Meet in the Same Frame

    The air still carried that unmistakable scent of wet earth, river water, and old brick. Puddles reflected pieces of a sky that couldn't quite decide whether it was finished raining or ready to begin again.

    kandiblaze.wordpress.com/2026/

  7. A quotation from Samuel Johnson

    Of many writers who filled their age with wonder, and whose names we find celebrated in the books of their contemporaries, the works are now no longer to be seen, or are seen only amidst the lumber of libraries which are seldom visited, where they lie only to show the deceitfulness of hope, and the uncertainty of honour.

    Samuel Johnson (1709-1784) English writer, lexicographer, critic
    Essay (1759-06-02), The Idler, No. 59

    More about this quote: wist.info/johnson-samuel/84132…

    #quote #quotes #quotation #qotd #samueljohnson #authors #bestseller #celebrity #fame #fashion #forgotten #history #honors #memoryhole #oblivion #obscurity #paeans #past #posterity #writers #popularity #popculture

  8. 🫗 PSA here is your reminder to stay hydrated! Go grab yourself a glass of water and chug it. You don't want to end up all shrivelled like these poor forgotten plants, left to cook inside an abandoned orangery in France!

    #Photography #Travel #France #Abandoned #Plants #Forgotten #LostPlace

  9. Eranduil Dungeon, once a magnificent building, lays now in ruins.
    Every stone has been thourougly searched and unseamed, any markings eroded beyond recognition, and every last bit of treasure was pillaged a long time ago.
    What's left then? Why returning to this forgotten place?
    Tranquility, of course.

    (c) Astanael - astanael.com
    #art #pencil #ruins #eranduil #nature #lanscape #forgotten #peace

  10. 🇮🇹 A crumbling Italian manor house, beautifully placed overlooking a stunning lake. This once-grand residence has been abandoned since the 1950s.

    #Italy #Heritage #UrbanExploration #Photography #LostPlace #Travel #Forgotten

  11. Echoes of a life once lived, a small cottage in Wales abandoned for decades. A few personal items remain like a fingerprint of the past inhabitant and their story. How do photos like this make you feel?

    More photos of this abandoned cottage: obsidianurbexphotography.com/r

    #AbandonedCottage #Wales #Storytelling #Photography #Story #Forgotten #Abandoned #LostPlaces

  12. One of my favourite abandoned English churches. Beautiful red sandstone walls contrast with green algae, a bitter-sweet scene of beauty and decay. What do you feel when you see abandoned churches?

    obsidianurbexphotography.com/r

    #Photography #Church #History #Abandoned #LostPlaces #Heritage #Forgotten #Decay

  13. There is something evocative about rows of empty seats inside old abandoned theatres. Inside dusty vacant spaces, the lonely chairs wait facing the stage where the curtain fell decades ago. Almost like they are waiting for the next audience to visit. Endlessly patient.

    #Abandoned #LostPlaces #Photography #Forgotten #Chairs #UrbanExploration #Photo

  14. Where She Let Go

    I imagine you as you were— towering, sovereign, unafraid— your branches speaking in wind-tongue, your leaves whispering secrets to the sky. Click the 🔗 to read on…

    kandiblaze.wordpress.com/2026/

  15. The Watchers: A Rite Becoming

    The trees bent inward, their limbs draped in long, trailing veils, like mourners who had forgotten how to leave. Stone markers rose from the earth in uneven rows, some proud, some sinking, all whispering in a language older than memory.

    kandiblaze.wordpress.com/2026/