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Minolta XD7 : 35-70mm Minolta MD f/3.5 : Kodak T-Max 100 :
Spur Acurol-N.
An experiment using film stock with an expiry date of 2008
Watching the Lancaster flypast here at Sheringham's 40's weekend. I thought we should remember those that didn't return.
So with maybe a little artistic license. 🤔
A day along the coast led me and my meetup group to a location I have longed to explore. Turns out that at low tide it is magical.
In Remembrance of those who died ....and for those who still serve to defend us ...
THANK YOU -EXPLORED at 494 briefly !
I've hear a lot of hard luck stories in the past 36 hours. Random interactions with cabbies and short order cooks. People out of jobs, down on their luck, and low on faith. This guy, who mumbled "canyouspare" with such a thick Indian accent that it sounded like a ritual chant, stopped me in my tracks. When he saw me with the camera he stopped his lilting repetitions and shouted, "TAKE MY PICTURE!" Loud. So loud people -- New Yorkers -- up & down the block stopped and held their breath for a second. I stared at him, trying to determine whether he meant to stick a "DON'T" in front of that order. And then he said, "I just want to be remembered. Take it."
And I gave him the change in my pocket.
Explored!
my dad was 20 in this picture... he served in WWII in the pacific as a member of the us army air corp which would eventually become the us air force.... in the pacific, he was the flight engineer on a b29... i believe he is pictured here with a b17... handsome young fellow too...
when ant and i visited him this weekend, he was in grand spirits... he talked to ant about school... the importance of an education.... good stuff... sometimes that sharp young man still shows himself...
see this set for my dad's story...
We planted this flower a couple of years ago to honour the passing of this beautiful girl. We can't remember the name of the flower, but will never forget, Muffy, who travelled to many places across North America from the time when she could fit into the small area above the steering well
I’ll disappear in the fog as a foreigner to all life, as a human island detached from the dream of the sea, as a uselessly existing ship that floats on the surface of everything
الكبــــــــــر لله لكـن الحـق ينقـــال !
انــــــــا علـى بعـض المخاليــق واجــد
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please don't use my pictures without my permission
This is from our holiday in Dorset this year. The meadow was full of Butterflies, especially Meadow Browns. It's been a little bit chilly and overcast here in the last couple of days so I fancied something that reminded me of warmer days. HFF!
Remembering... when Memorial Day was called Decoration Day... and we used to weave red, white and blue crepe paper streamers through the spokes of our bikes, and Dad would march in the parade with his baseball team, wearing that green and white satiny PAL shirt, and we would sit in front of the house and wave to him, and later, we would march too, with the Girl Scouts, and one year, I got to carry the flag .... and people alongside the parade route would hand out little American flags... and we would eat red, white and blue popsicles...
More importantly, as we head into this Memorial Day weekend, don't forget to remember what it is really all about. We remember, we will never forget.... all the brave American heroes that gave the ultimate sacrifice for our freedom. Thank you.
When you look back on times we had
I hope you smile
And know that through the good and through the bad
I was on your side when nobody could hold us down
We claimed the brightest star
And we, we came so far
And no they won't forget, yeah
Whenever you remember times gone by
Remember how we held our heads so high
When all this world was there for us
We believed that we could touch the sky
Whenever you remember, I'll be there
Remember how we reached that dream together
Whenever you remember
When you think back on all we've done
I hope you're proud
When you look back and see how far we've come
It was our time to shine
And nobody could hold us down
They thought they'd see us fall
But we, we stood so tall
And no we won't forget, yeah
As we get ready to celebrate our fourth year here in Savannah. We remember our cat that didn't make the transition here and passed over the Holidays of 2018. Boots was a wonderful cat who required constant medical attention!
These days, I don't often share photos the same day that I took them, but every now and then there's a little more meaning behind one that makes me want to tell the story right away before my memory fades.
When famed photographer and fellow Troy native Jim Shaughnessy passed away in August 2018, I decided to attend calling hours. There, I had the opportunity to introduce myself to Jim's son, James. I briefly explained that not only had his father's work inspired me, but Jim as a person had been a very kind mentor to me. I had interviewed him for my senior thesis paper when I was attending Siena College, he was always a phone call or email away for any historical questions I had, and he graciously contributed to my first book. James later friended me on Facebook, where he saw a tribute post I had made to his father (you can see the post, which is public, here: www.facebook.com/tim.stockwell.587/posts/10100524475339363). I could tell that the post meant a lot to James, and that in turn meant a lot to me.
Well, today, James re-shared my post from 2018. I was surprised when I received the notification, but then I saw the reason: Today would have been Jim's 88th birthday. To see that my post was still helping James fondly remember his dad made my day.
Wednesdays are always my busiest work day, with a couple different meetings in different places in Troy, with the day ending with a soup kitchen for which I help recruit and oversee volunteers. In driving to the latter, I had some time to spare, and radio chatter tipped me off to the fact that CSX's B761 local was working in Troy. When B761 runs to Troy, it's typically a midday run. So, I knew that a rarer, afternoon run like this would afford some different angles. Also, on what would have been Jim Shaughnessy's 88th birthday, what better way to pay tribute than to photograph a train in Troy: the place where Jim grew up, went to school (RPI), worked, lived, and of course contributed so much to photographing Troy railroad history that is now long gone.
In this view, B761 prepares to depart Troy after picking up two refrigerated boxcars from K.C. Refrigeration. In the background on the right stands the steeple to St. John's Episcopal Church. The afternoon sun afforded an opportunity to place it in the photo, whereas normally it can't be included.
Wishing everyone a Happy Thanksgiving!
CSX B761
Troy, NY
November 24, 2021
On 7 July 2015 a national silence will take place at 11:30 BST and will be observed across London's public transport network. Tube announcements will be halted and buses brought to a standstill during a minute's silence to mark the 10th anniversary of the 7 July bombings.
Thank you for Remembering those who died that day.
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I may have been born and raised in Athens, Greece, however when I am remembering childhood moments my mind goes to Zacharo, my father's homeland, where we have a small house not very far from the beach. Zacharo has a long (30km) beach with thin golden sand. That's where I spent most of my summers, playing "raketes" (racket ball) with my friends and cousins. The sandy beach is the best terrain for such a sport. I still remember those late August evenings, the breeze coming from the sea and myself and my friends hanging out at our favorite beach bar, watching the sunset and having a drink or a coffee.. Moments that i wish i could live again!
Darude - Passing By (Original)
Charred Oak tree... Recent prescribed burn area ... Withlacoochee State Forest, Citrus County, Fl (Cloudy overcast day)
shot last week, make it a memory today, soon you will be gone and these days will be forgotten. another year, another tick in the universe's clock, and on it goes...around and around like a ferris wheel.
I was too little to remember much, just a faint memory of having to find a safe place to hide when an explosion took place near home. The above photo is an example of people risking their lives to find freedom. I prefer not to be included in any political debates, as this is a very sensitive topic. Just wanted to share an interesting photo....
Remembering the sacrifice of our fallen soldiers today, on Memorial Day. This series is from the Flags In ceremony with IGDC on Thursday at Arlington National Cemetery. You can see the main gallery on my @Livingwf8 Instagram account.
On the bus. When we were still commuting to the office. Now the buses are almost empty. Silver Efex Pro 2: Kodak 100 TMAX Pro with 10% Green filter
... and hoping for a more peaceful tomorrow
... Vietnam Memorial ...
the photo is from last year, but somehow apt for Memorial day
Remember Monday ~ Green Note ~ Camden Town ~ England ~ Monday February 25th 2019.
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So I got to see & meet the UK Voice contestants "Remember Monday" on Monday in Camden Town, London, when they performed at the Green Note pub / restaurant venue, they are currently in the final battle stages, so good luck with your mentor Jennifer Hudson, girls..:)
Have a wonderful Sunday Y'all..:)
Its 2 am I just came home not too long ago I was planning on getting help today on choosing my photos and my first option to ask help from is no longer as of yesterday and the second option which is my ex I didn’t feel comfortable with but had no choice I couldn’t do it on my own I had to build a theme and its very hard. My ex is a very successful photographer and he also teaches photography so he has a good eye . I really like what we did and what he chose and we decided what will go on the walls together with what and everything. It was so good to be busy with that and not think about yesterday for an hour or so…
Ive been very sad today I tried to sleep most of the day through actually. Im not that devastated simply because I am very very strong and its true what I said a while ago about my heart being the most put together organ in my body cause its not even cracked or anything. Why would it be..? I love and am loved its just … ughhhh
I swing between completely understanding him to thinking he's psycho! For loving me so much and letting me go. I think gd is "playing" with me ever since that voice I heard when I was 13 I've been very close to all my higher guidance and I talk to them constantly and I was begging to meet my man already I was missing someone I didn’t even know and I was going crazy I think maybe they said .." ok you want to meet him and see who it is thats fine ! but he's not ready !!" the first time we went out I felt something. We went up to his place after a few drinks at a near bar and the chemistry was amazing … he went to pee or get water I don’t remember I looked out the window and said " its him isn’t it !!" I really cant explain it and maybe im the one that’s psycho! I don’t know… thank gd I have the exhibition to keep me busy right now. my cousin is having a b day tomorrow and I don’t feel like drinking again but going out will be good for me. I guess…
I also think I talked the talk so now I have to walk the walk. I said I was gonna open my heart and be vulnerable without being afraid. I did it… now I have to live it and not close up! That’s the test I think and I'm not closing up not at all its funny but I'm so open ! and I do have so much to give. finally I have so much to give without being drained and emptied like i was in the past.