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US Army OH-1H Huey Helicopter A Viet Nam era helicopter on static display outside of a VFW facility. Memories for a lot of folks, good and bad.
As I think back over the enjoyable experiences of last year, near the top would have to be our workshops in Mammoth Lakes and Moab. I truly enjoyed meeting so many nice people and photographing nature's wonder together! This is Convict Lake in the Eastern Sierra.
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An informal portrait for my mum's 80th Birthday and showing her sense of humour in her expression. We had, of course, been laughing and joking before this shot which was taken just before we went out for a huge family meal for my mum's children, grand children and great grandchildren.
One year ago today my mum died in hospital after collapsing at home from a sudden and unexpected illness. I was unable to get there and be by her side being 300 miles away and unwell myself. Due to the Covid-19 pandemic I had not seen my mum in person for over 2 years when she passed but I had spoken to her once or twice a week for that whole time. Although she knew that she was loved and missed at that time it was painful not being able to give my mum a hug or to sit with her and natter over a cup of tea. I even missed her funeral due to Covid and illness.
Not a day goes by that I don't miss my dear mum. She is in my heart and mind every single day. She only visited me in Scotland once as my mum didn't travel well, but we had a lovely time up here and spent a day on the Isle of Arran. Back on the mainland we stopped, near to my new home, for a fish and chip supper by the beach. One of the best fish and chip shops I have found in Scotland that my parents remembered fondly and often remarked upon. The last thing my mum did for me was to send money for a special treat of those fish and chips as a home moving gift. Tonight I will be honouring that memory with some fish and chips from that very same chippy, right on the harbour front where the fish practically jump out of the boat and are cooked to order. Fresh as can be. I will watch the sun set for her.
I love you mum and I miss you enormously every single day.
Rest peacefully.
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It has been a while since I posted a flower shot so one from the archives today :) HBW!
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Fuji X-Pro1 plus Helios 44M-7 at F2. When you grow old, there is a constant seepage or loss of memory. You normally notice this yourself, in particular when reading old letters or diaries. It is just like whisky in the barrel with its slow loss of alcohol during the aging process. That loss is called the angel's share. Whisky is getting better with age. Whether that is true for people is another matter. However, if the lost alcohol goes to the angels, where would the lost memories go? Are they going anywhere? Or will these memories simply be obliterated? Can or even must I remember on behalf of somebody else whose memories have already gone? These and other questions pop up when you observe somebody losing his or her memories due to a severe accident or illness. You immediately recognise that our memories are essential for determining who we are and that the fragmentation of memory is a devastating process and will send us on a search for the person we once thought we know. We then start to re-member, to put together again what has fallen apart. There is consolation in the thought that there may be a place where all the memories are preserved and nothing is ever lost. But if you are not sure about this, like me, it is up to us whether we re-member or not.
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Street portrait from Glasgow, Scotland.
Black and white re-edit of a portrait of Shannon from my '100 Strangers' street portrait project in Glasgow. Stunning in colour, with her green outfit and red hair, there is an entirely different but equally magical quality in black and white. Memories of happier times as we still linger in lockdown.
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Because we lack a proper winter so far, I have to content myself with memories of last summer.
Evening light hitting the slopes near the Windegg hut SAC/CAS, Gadmen, Bernese Oberland.
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Many years ago, my wife and I, we traveled all over Turkey as Backpackers. When we were at the Black sea, in a small town we met some young people who invited us in a teahouse to drink some cay. We had a good time there, then they proposed to go on a trip on the sea. We cruised along the turkisch coast, they stopped and dived and brought crayfish. We went on a small beach, made a fire, and ate all those great food. This was one of the most impressive things we experienced among many others. These are the scissors of the crayfish...
75 feet through the chairs and balloons, the Gulf of Mexico. Memories Ahead.
Taken at Fort de Soto, Florida. Perhaps a wedding, anniversary, celebration...?
So, here it is...
One more day to go and 2024 will be one more book full of memories in the library of our lives. Some good, some bad and some that will live in our hearts for ever!
Wishing you all a Happy and Healthy New Year and may all your dreams and expectations come true!..
"Has it ever struck you ... that life is all memory, except for the one present moment that goes by you so quickly you hardly catch it going?
It's really all memory ... except for each passing moment."
Neuroscientist/Nobel Prize winner, Eric Kandel