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昔から大阪には無料の渡し船が何カ所かあるのをご存知だろうか？・この船に乗らなかったため、この家族の貸し切りとなった・ただここの渡船場はなくなり思い出となった・・・
It has been a while since I posted a flower shot so one from the archives today :) HBW!
Many thanks for all the kind comments and faves - they're very much appreciated.
Alagna Valsesia. Italy
I have been visiting this place since I was three years old. Probably even before, on the shoulders of my dad.
This pasture is called Djender, it is an hour of hiking from the village of Alagna, 1220m(4,00ft). The mountain that towers above the scene is Punta Straling, 3115m (10,220ft), one of the first summit I have reached; I was thirteen; a very long hike, 5 hours or more for an averaged trained hiker, with some easy rock scrambling near the top ridge.
Cannot stop to love this place.
L'alpeggio di Djender, con la punta Straling. Un posto che visito da quando avevo tre anni.
Allium flowers and Iris brightening up my garden with their lovely soft colours.
Photo taken with the Lensbaby Velvet 56
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.
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.
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...?
Yesterday i found a little box in the attic... with old photographs and such... i kept sitting, browsing through them while time flew by...
"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