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One hundred years on, and I'll bet Half Moon Bay looks very much the same. 😉 #OldPhoto

One hundred years on, and I'll bet Half Moon Bay looks very much the same. 😉 #OldPhoto

One hundred years on, and I'll bet Half Moon Bay looks very much the same. 😉 #OldPhoto

One hundred years on, and I'll bet Half Moon Bay looks very much the same. 😉 #OldPhoto

One hundred years on, and I'll bet Half Moon Bay looks very much the same. 😉 #OldPhoto

Zaman muda lagi #oldphoto #3s #nottywife #amira

Zaman muda lagi #oldphoto #3s #nottywife #amira

Zaman muda lagi #oldphoto #3s #nottywife #amira

CPA Rodez Passage de bohemiens avec leurs ours dans les environs de Rodez TOP

https://www.cpaphil.com/en/vintage-postcard/cpa-rodez-passage-de-bohemiens-avec-leurs-ours-dans-les-environs-de-rodez-top

#VintagePostcard #CPA #Rodez #Aveyron #France #Occitania #Bohemians #Bears #HistoricalScene #OldPhoto #Heritage #Folklore #Tradition #TravelBackInTime #AntiquePostcard

CPA Rodez Passage de bohemiens avec leurs ours dans les environs de Rodez TOP www.cpaphil.com/en/v... #VintagePostcard #CPA #Rodez #Aveyron #France #Occitania #Bohemians #Bears #HistoricalScene #OldPhoto #Heritage #Folklore #Tradition #TravelBackInTime #AntiquePostcard

“Today, this photo is fifteen years old.

#DogPhoto #Beagle #BeagleLife #DogLovers #DogsOfMastodon #DogsOfTwitter #ThrowbackPhoto #FifteenYearsAgo #OldPhoto #PetMemories #BeachDog #SeasideWalk #DogWithStick #HappyDog #VintagePhoto #PhotoMemory #Nostalgia #GoodDog #PuppyDays #OutdoorDog

“Today, this photo is fifteen years old.

#DogPhoto #Beagle #BeagleLife #DogLovers #DogsOfMastodon #DogsOfTwitter #ThrowbackPhoto #FifteenYearsAgo #OldPhoto #PetMemories #BeachDog #SeasideWalk #DogWithStick #HappyDog #VintagePhoto #PhotoMemory #Nostalgia #GoodDog #PuppyDays #OutdoorDog

“Today, this photo is fifteen years old.

#DogPhoto #Beagle #BeagleLife #DogLovers #DogsOfMastodon #DogsOfTwitter #ThrowbackPhoto #FifteenYearsAgo #OldPhoto #PetMemories #BeachDog #SeasideWalk #DogWithStick #HappyDog #VintagePhoto #PhotoMemory #Nostalgia #GoodDog #PuppyDays #OutdoorDog

“Today, this photo is fifteen years old.

#DogPhoto #Beagle #BeagleLife #DogLovers #DogsOfMastodon #DogsOfTwitter #ThrowbackPhoto #FifteenYearsAgo #OldPhoto #PetMemories #BeachDog #SeasideWalk #DogWithStick #HappyDog #VintagePhoto #PhotoMemory #Nostalgia #GoodDog #PuppyDays #OutdoorDog

“Today, this photo is fifteen years old.

#DogPhoto #Beagle #BeagleLife #DogLovers #DogsOfMastodon #DogsOfTwitter #ThrowbackPhoto #FifteenYearsAgo #OldPhoto #PetMemories #BeachDog #SeasideWalk #DogWithStick #HappyDog #VintagePhoto #PhotoMemory #Nostalgia #GoodDog #PuppyDays #OutdoorDog

Not surprisingly, I've acquired quite a few old photos recently, so I really have no excuse NOT to do #ThrowbackThursday from now on.

Here's my late Dad as a wee baby, back in the summer of 1942.

He was born in North End Avenue in Portsmouth - not St Mary's Hospital like many Portsmouthians were.

#Baby #OldPhoto #ScannedPhoto #1940s #Photography #Portsmouth

Not surprisingly, I've acquired quite a few old photos recently, so I really have no excuse NOT to do #ThrowbackThursday from now on.

Here's my late Dad as a wee baby, back in the summer of 1942.

He was born in North End Avenue in Portsmouth - not St Mary's Hospital like many Portsmouthians were.

#Baby #OldPhoto #ScannedPhoto #1940s #Photography #Portsmouth

Not surprisingly, I've acquired quite a few old photos recently, so I really have no excuse NOT to do #ThrowbackThursday from now on.

Here's my late Dad as a wee baby, back in the summer of 1942.

He was born in North End Avenue in Portsmouth - not St Mary's Hospital like many Portsmouthians were.

#Baby #OldPhoto #ScannedPhoto #1940s #Photography #Portsmouth

Not surprisingly, I've acquired quite a few old photos recently, so I really have no excuse NOT to do #ThrowbackThursday from now on.

Here's my late Dad as a wee baby, back in the summer of 1942.

He was born in North End Avenue in Portsmouth - not St Mary's Hospital like many Portsmouthians were.

#Baby #OldPhoto #ScannedPhoto #1940s #Photography #Portsmouth

Not surprisingly, I've acquired quite a few old photos recently, so I really have no excuse NOT to do #ThrowbackThursday from now on.

Here's my late Dad as a wee baby, back in the summer of 1942.

He was born in North End Avenue in Portsmouth - not St Mary's Hospital like many Portsmouthians were.

#Baby #OldPhoto #ScannedPhoto #1940s #Photography #Portsmouth

The Wise Man on the Right

I’ve been going through old black & white photographs and asking an AI model to colourise them for me, and it’s doing a pretty decent job of this. This photo jogged a few memories and prompted a realisation. Read on to find out more.

I don’t remember much about the day that photograph was taken, just the soft weight of the costume, the scratch of the fabric at my neck, and the sense that something important was happening even if I didn’t quite understand what. I must have been six or seven. We crossed the road from Birstall County Primary school to the chapel in our costumes, a little procession of shepherds, angels, and wise men wobbling along the pavement like mismatched ducklings.

In the picture, I’m the one on the far right: glasses too big, robes hanging awkwardly, trying to look solemn and grown-up. I can see now that I was nervous, though I wouldn’t have had the words for it then. Back then, I just felt “different,” without knowing why.

If I could speak to that kid now, that tiny wise man with the oversized glasses, I’d tell him the truth no one around him knew how to give him. I’d tell him he’s autistic, and that this is why the world feels louder, sharper, and more complicated for him than it seems to be for the other children. I’d tell him he isn’t broken or strange; he’s simply wired in a way that will one day make sense.

I’d warn him, too, because honesty matters. The bullying will come, and it will hurt, and it will get worse in high school before it gets better. But I’d also tell him that he survives it. Not by becoming someone else but by slowly, stubbornly, becoming himself.

And maybe that’s why colourising this photo feels so powerful. It’s like offering that child a kindness he never received at the time: a moment of being seen clearly, gently, and with understanding.

Sometimes the smallest memories are the ones that finally teach us who we’ve been all along.

The Wise Man on the Right

I’ve been going through old black & white photographs and asking an AI model to colourise them for me, and it’s doing a pretty decent job of this. This photo jogged a few memories and prompted a realisation. Read on to find out more.

I don’t remember much about the day that photograph was taken, just the soft weight of the costume, the scratch of the fabric at my neck, and the sense that something important was happening even if I didn’t quite understand what. I must have been six or seven. We crossed the road from Birstall County Primary school to the chapel in our costumes, a little procession of shepherds, angels, and wise men wobbling along the pavement like mismatched ducklings.

In the picture, I’m the one on the far right: glasses too big, robes hanging awkwardly, trying to look solemn and grown-up. I can see now that I was nervous, though I wouldn’t have had the words for it then. Back then, I just felt “different,” without knowing why.

If I could speak to that kid now, that tiny wise man with the oversized glasses, I’d tell him the truth no one around him knew how to give him. I’d tell him he’s autistic, and that this is why the world feels louder, sharper, and more complicated for him than it seems to be for the other children. I’d tell him he isn’t broken or strange; he’s simply wired in a way that will one day make sense.

I’d warn him, too, because honesty matters. The bullying will come, and it will hurt, and it will get worse in high school before it gets better. But I’d also tell him that he survives it. Not by becoming someone else but by slowly, stubbornly, becoming himself.

And maybe that’s why colourising this photo feels so powerful. It’s like offering that child a kindness he never received at the time: a moment of being seen clearly, gently, and with understanding.

Sometimes the smallest memories are the ones that finally teach us who we’ve been all along.

The Wise Man on the Right

I’ve been going through old black & white photographs and asking an AI model to colourise them for me, and it’s doing a pretty decent job of this. This photo jogged a few memories and prompted a realisation. Read on to find out more.

I don’t remember much about the day that photograph was taken, just the soft weight of the costume, the scratch of the fabric at my neck, and the sense that something important was happening even if I didn’t quite understand what. I must have been six or seven. We crossed the road from Birstall County Primary school to the chapel in our costumes, a little procession of shepherds, angels, and wise men wobbling along the pavement like mismatched ducklings.

In the picture, I’m the one on the far right: glasses too big, robes hanging awkwardly, trying to look solemn and grown-up. I can see now that I was nervous, though I wouldn’t have had the words for it then. Back then, I just felt “different,” without knowing why.

If I could speak to that kid now, that tiny wise man with the oversized glasses, I’d tell him the truth no one around him knew how to give him. I’d tell him he’s autistic, and that this is why the world feels louder, sharper, and more complicated for him than it seems to be for the other children. I’d tell him he isn’t broken or strange; he’s simply wired in a way that will one day make sense.

I’d warn him, too, because honesty matters. The bullying will come, and it will hurt, and it will get worse in high school before it gets better. But I’d also tell him that he survives it. Not by becoming someone else but by slowly, stubbornly, becoming himself.

And maybe that’s why colourising this photo feels so powerful. It’s like offering that child a kindness he never received at the time: a moment of being seen clearly, gently, and with understanding.

Sometimes the smallest memories are the ones that finally teach us who we’ve been all along.

The Wise Man on the Right

I’ve been going through old black & white photographs and asking an AI model to colourise them for me, and it’s doing a pretty decent job of this. This photo jogged a few memories and prompted a realisation. Read on to find out more.

I don’t remember much about the day that photograph was taken, just the soft weight of the costume, the scratch of the fabric at my neck, and the sense that something important was happening even if I didn’t quite understand what. I must have been six or seven. We crossed the road from Birstall County Primary school to the chapel in our costumes, a little procession of shepherds, angels, and wise men wobbling along the pavement like mismatched ducklings.

In the picture, I’m the one on the far right: glasses too big, robes hanging awkwardly, trying to look solemn and grown-up. I can see now that I was nervous, though I wouldn’t have had the words for it then. Back then, I just felt “different,” without knowing why.

If I could speak to that kid now, that tiny wise man with the oversized glasses, I’d tell him the truth no one around him knew how to give him. I’d tell him he’s autistic, and that this is why the world feels louder, sharper, and more complicated for him than it seems to be for the other children. I’d tell him he isn’t broken or strange; he’s simply wired in a way that will one day make sense.

I’d warn him, too, because honesty matters. The bullying will come, and it will hurt, and it will get worse in high school before it gets better. But I’d also tell him that he survives it. Not by becoming someone else but by slowly, stubbornly, becoming himself.

And maybe that’s why colourising this photo feels so powerful. It’s like offering that child a kindness he never received at the time: a moment of being seen clearly, gently, and with understanding.

Sometimes the smallest memories are the ones that finally teach us who we’ve been all along.

The Wise Man on the Right

I’ve been going through old black & white photographs and asking an AI model to colourise them for me, and it’s doing a pretty decent job of this. This photo jogged a few memories and prompted a realisation. Read on to find out more.

I don’t remember much about the day that photograph was taken, just the soft weight of the costume, the scratch of the fabric at my neck, and the sense that something important was happening even if I didn’t quite understand what. I must have been six or seven. We crossed the road from Birstall County Primary school to the chapel in our costumes, a little procession of shepherds, angels, and wise men wobbling along the pavement like mismatched ducklings.

In the picture, I’m the one on the far right: glasses too big, robes hanging awkwardly, trying to look solemn and grown-up. I can see now that I was nervous, though I wouldn’t have had the words for it then. Back then, I just felt “different,” without knowing why.

If I could speak to that kid now, that tiny wise man with the oversized glasses, I’d tell him the truth no one around him knew how to give him. I’d tell him he’s autistic, and that this is why the world feels louder, sharper, and more complicated for him than it seems to be for the other children. I’d tell him he isn’t broken or strange; he’s simply wired in a way that will one day make sense.

I’d warn him, too, because honesty matters. The bullying will come, and it will hurt, and it will get worse in high school before it gets better. But I’d also tell him that he survives it. Not by becoming someone else but by slowly, stubbornly, becoming himself.

And maybe that’s why colourising this photo feels so powerful. It’s like offering that child a kindness he never received at the time: a moment of being seen clearly, gently, and with understanding.

Sometimes the smallest memories are the ones that finally teach us who we’ve been all along.

Photo i took from 2013. This is Ninja, he was a feral cat my parents adopted. Flies used to scare him. He was renamed Ninja because he was impossible to find 90% of the time. After 6 years he started to let me stroke him and by the time he passed at 16 he loved a cuddle. One of the most loving cats for his last few years of life.

#cat #catcontent #catphoto #tabbycat #rescuecat #oldphoto

Photo i took from 2013. This is Ninja, he was a feral cat my parents adopted. Flies used to scare him. He was renamed Ninja because he was impossible to find 90% of the time. After 6 years he started to let me stroke him and by the time he passed at 16 he loved a cuddle. One of the most loving cats for his last few years of life.

#cat #catcontent #catphoto #tabbycat #rescuecat #oldphoto

Done in Photoshop. This is not using any AI.

Contact for photo editing work:
https://www.fiverr.com/s/bdEqvl1

#photo #fiverr #photography #photographie #photoedit #oldphoto

Done in Photoshop. This is not using any AI.

Contact for photo editing work:
https://www.fiverr.com/s/bdEqvl1

#photo #fiverr #photography #photographie #photoedit #oldphoto

Done in Photoshop. This is not using any AI.

Contact for photo editing work:
https://www.fiverr.com/s/bdEqvl1

#photo #fiverr #photography #photographie #photoedit #oldphoto

Done in Photoshop. This is not using any AI.

Contact for photo editing work:
https://www.fiverr.com/s/bdEqvl1

#photo #fiverr #photography #photographie #photoedit #oldphoto

Done in Photoshop. This is not using any AI.

Contact for photo editing work:
https://www.fiverr.com/s/bdEqvl1

#photo #fiverr #photography #photographie #photoedit #oldphoto

Ive been trying to sort out my old photos as I lost many to the blue screen of death (no back up). These are some from my visit to Turkey in 2015. It was over 50c all week, even the locals said it was too hot. Was a fantastic holiday all round.

#holiday #oldphoto #photo #turkey

Ive been trying to sort out my old photos as I lost many to the blue screen of death (no back up). These are some from my visit to Turkey in 2015. It was over 50c all week, even the locals said it was too hot. Was a fantastic holiday all round.

#holiday #oldphoto #photo #turkey

Ive been trying to sort out my old photos as I lost many to the blue screen of death (no back up). These are some from my visit to Turkey in 2015. It was over 50c all week, even the locals said it was too hot. Was a fantastic holiday all round.

#holiday #oldphoto #photo #turkey

Ive been trying to sort out my old photos as I lost many to the blue screen of death (no back up). These are some from my visit to Turkey in 2015. It was over 50c all week, even the locals said it was too hot. Was a fantastic holiday all round.

#holiday #oldphoto #photo #turkey

Ive been trying to sort out my old photos as I lost many to the blue screen of death (no back up). These are some from my visit to Turkey in 2015. It was over 50c all week, even the locals said it was too hot. Was a fantastic holiday all round.

#holiday #oldphoto #photo #turkey

#photography #photograph #oldphoto #thewaywewere #photo 📷 This is pretty much the vibe by which I've been living my entire life. I like people in small, deeply concentrated doses. A lot of the time, however, I would rather hang out with birds.

#photography #photograph #oldphoto #thewaywewere #photo 📷 This is pretty much the vibe by which I've been living my entire life. I like people in small, deeply concentrated doses. A lot of the time, however, I would rather hang out with birds.

#photography #photograph #oldphoto #thewaywewere #photo 📷 This is pretty much the vibe by which I've been living my entire life. I like people in small, deeply concentrated doses. A lot of the time, however, I would rather hang out with birds.

#photography #photograph #oldphoto #thewaywewere #photo 📷 This is pretty much the vibe by which I've been living my entire life. I like people in small, deeply concentrated doses. A lot of the time, however, I would rather hang out with birds.

#photography #photograph #oldphoto #thewaywewere #photo 📷 This is pretty much the vibe by which I've been living my entire life. I like people in small, deeply concentrated doses. A lot of the time, however, I would rather hang out with birds.

Here's another #OldPhoto I took in 1977, one of the earliest photographs I ever took. Love the tone, the composition, the feel of a relaxing moment just reading the newspaper in a public place, waiting for the day to begin. This is in #SyracuseUniversity's I.M. Pei-designed #NewhouseSchool.

#OldPhotographs #FilmPhotography #1970s #Syracuse #SyracuseNY #BWPhoto

Here's another #OldPhoto I took in 1977, one of the earliest photographs I ever took. Love the tone, the composition, the feel of a relaxing moment just reading the newspaper in a public place, waiting for the day to begin. This is in #SyracuseUniversity's I.M. Pei-designed #NewhouseSchool.

#OldPhotographs #FilmPhotography #1970s #Syracuse #SyracuseNY #BWPhoto

Here's another #OldPhoto I took in 1977, one of the earliest photographs I ever took. Love the tone, the composition, the feel of a relaxing moment just reading the newspaper in a public place, waiting for the day to begin. This is in #SyracuseUniversity's I.M. Pei-designed #NewhouseSchool.

#OldPhotographs #FilmPhotography #1970s #Syracuse #SyracuseNY #BWPhoto

Here's another #OldPhoto I took in 1977, one of the earliest photographs I ever took. Love the tone, the composition, the feel of a relaxing moment just reading the newspaper in a public place, waiting for the day to begin. This is in #SyracuseUniversity's I.M. Pei-designed #NewhouseSchool.

#OldPhotographs #FilmPhotography #1970s #Syracuse #SyracuseNY #BWPhoto

Here's another #OldPhoto I took in 1977, one of the earliest photographs I ever took. Love the tone, the composition, the feel of a relaxing moment just reading the newspaper in a public place, waiting for the day to begin. This is in #SyracuseUniversity's I.M. Pei-designed #NewhouseSchool.

#OldPhotographs #FilmPhotography #1970s #Syracuse #SyracuseNY #BWPhoto

📷 Studio Portrait of an Ottoman Boy, Istanbul, c. 1900. #oldphoto

📷 Studio Portrait of an Ottoman Boy, Istanbul, c. 1900. #oldphoto

On my Patreon you will see mini sets every week 💙 With Berry Kiss or higher level you will also get my month sets for free 🥰 Subscribe now patreon.com/fairyelfie 🍓 #beach #sea #bikini #vacations #summer #oldphoto

We've received an enquiry regarding old photos of Sellindge village in Kent, UK. If you have access to photos or know where we could find some, please get in touch ([email protected])! #history #kent #oldphoto #photos #socialhistory

We've received an enquiry regarding old photos of Sellindge village in Kent, UK. If you have access to photos or know where we could find some, please get in touch ([email protected])! #history #kent #oldphoto #photos #socialhistory

We've received an enquiry regarding old photos of Sellindge village in Kent, UK. If you have access to photos or know where we could find some, please get in touch ([email protected])! #history #kent #oldphoto #photos #socialhistory

We've received an enquiry regarding old photos of Sellindge village in Kent, UK. If you have access to photos or know where we could find some, please get in touch ([email protected])! #history #kent #oldphoto #photos #socialhistory

We've received an enquiry regarding old photos of Sellindge village in Kent, UK. If you have access to photos or know where we could find some, please get in touch ([email protected])! #history #kent #oldphoto #photos #socialhistory

Photo of Ahtens and Parthenon dated 1860, by Jakob August Lorent.

#athens #greece #parthenon #OldPhoto #HistoricalPhoto #Lorent #JakobAugustLorent

Photo of Ahtens and Parthenon dated 1860, by Jakob August Lorent.

#athens #greece #parthenon #OldPhoto #HistoricalPhoto #Lorent #JakobAugustLorent

Photo of Ahtens and Parthenon dated 1860, by Jakob August Lorent.

#athens #greece #parthenon #OldPhoto #HistoricalPhoto #Lorent #JakobAugustLorent

📷 Studio Portrait of a Gentlemen in Salonica (Thessaloniki, Greece), 1890s #oldphoto

📷 Studio Portrait of a Gentlemen in Salonica (Thessaloniki, Greece), 1890s #oldphoto