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Not a fan of typical souvenirs. I usually buy rings or small items made of glass. This is a macro of a glass bowl bought in Scotland.
Purchased at Margate when I visit the Shell Grotto. It is 4cms tall. A great little memento for my trip.
Hiking reflector offered by a professor from the University of Jyväskylä (Finland) in a visit and class given in Portugal.
Taken with 7artisans 60mm f2.8 Macro
This is a memory from way back in August 1979, on my first trip abroad. It was a Sunday, possibly rainy, and we traveled on our hosts' 2CV to Perouges. I don't remember much, apart from charming cobbled streets on a hilltop. I bought this (2-inch wide) coat-of-arms embroidered on a piece of felt and I have kept it as I quite like it. I have just looked up Perouges on wikipedia, which says it is located 30 km north-east of Lyon.
A good memory is always worth preserving, and #keepsake serves as a wonderful way to safeguard those cherished moments for old age. I enjoy collecting small mementos, such as a leaf that fell on my baby girl during her journey home from the hospital, a flower thrown her way by a boy on her first shopping trip at just 13 days old, the cord that connected her to her mother during her time in the womb, and the dried fruit her grandpa brought to the hospital during his first visit. Whenever I glance at these precious little items, a wave of happiness washes over me as memories come knocking at the door of my mind.
The Macro Mondays theme for this week is "Keepsake". The pen knife is a 70 year old keepsake gift from 3rd grade Sunday School teacher. Background is wallet that was my father's.
... of our last summer vacation. ;-)
"No matter how much we scorn it, kitsch is an integral part of the human condition."
(Milan Kundera)
One of my most treasured possessions is the corner cupboard which was in my family’s dining room my entire life. My mom kept dishes in it. I chose instead to store favorite belonging from mine and Hadley’s childhoods.
ODC: old things
Explore 4/29/2019 #93
This ring belonged to my mom. I've been wearing it on my pinky finger for 15 years. I carry my keepsake of her always.
2020 Weekly Alphabet challenge: Keepsake
"Sometimes we lock our hearts away, hoping to protect them from pain. But in doing so, we also deny them the chance to feel
love, joy, and connection." 💖✨
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I was taught how to make a medicine bag and given some medicines to fill it with. My son gave me an antler he found.
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“The most useful asset of a person is not a head full of knowledge ... but a heart full of love, ears open to listen and hands willing to help.”
This tiny sketch pad was given to me by my dear cousin Charles and his wife Hilary when they visited me in 2011 from Melbourne, Australia.
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This old barometer reminds me of my dad & my old home. It hung at the foot of the stairs, where he checked it every morning. When I moved to my present home, the barometer came too but now I check it every morning. It’s one of my oldest possessions & a bit scruffy, but something I will always keep as part of my home.
We all have things that are just hanging around. Things that were given to us or purchased by us and then mostly ignore. This was a gift from one of my brothers who passed away not long afterward. So I couldn't give it away.
120 Pictures in 2020 #89 pyramid
My greatgrandmothers Embroidered Handkerchief from Switzerland ...Probably over a hundred years old .
This is one of mine, designed and crafted by CT artist Diane L Wright...She is still as pretty as the day I received her, Diane!
While Dad passed away at 99 years of age a couple of years ago, I came across this very old and brittle envelope. In it were these portraits of him in his Hiroshima high school uniform, his pristine "Soldier's Pass" from the Presidio of Monterey and a new unseen photo of his youngest brother who was KIA as a Japanese soldier on Leyte in 1944. He is crouching behind the rangefinder field glasses.
I know, questionable. History tells us that European settlement began in roughly this area of Sydney Harbour. The Union Flag, it is reasoned, was raised somewhere behind me and across Circular Quay. The embayment ahead is Farm Cove, so named for the early failed agricultural pursuits on what had been an initiation ground for the locals. Do not get seasick! The horizon isn't so much tilted as an illusion as the coastline curves around to Mrs Macquarie's Chair.
That tall tree is in the Royal Botanic Garden, Government House is a little out of the frame to the right and the stone structure in the foreground, and behind the pontoons, is known as the Man O'War Steps, so named for the original version's association with the Royal Navy. Be patient, we're getting there.
Your photographer has their feet firmly planted on what is, in effect, a balcony of the Sydney Opera House adjacent to the Joan Sutherland Theatre. Now we're getting somewhere! Surely we all know that there was a tram depot here, on this site, before there was an Opera House. No? Well there was. I won't tell you it's name because that would give away the game.
Macquarie's name pops up a bit around here; except not here! You see, you'd have to demolish the structure on which I'm standing to find what we're looking for: the foundations of a stone-built fort which stood on this site, at the behest of Governor Macquarie, from about the second decade of the 19th century. Drum roll for the big reveal, please! By 1901 Macquarie's fort had long outlived its usefulness, alike to the world's last built Martello Tower, Fort Denison, just across the water. So they knocked most of Fort Macquarie down and built the Fort Macquarie Tram Depot on top. The tram depot being unsuited to the performance of opera, was in turn demolished to make way for where I'm standing.
It's a lovely temperate night here on the harbour, except perhaps for that intrusive spotlight aimed back unsympathetically at the Opera House "sails". Anyway, it's time to head off for a sherry, and to wish this spot goodnight.
Gouache and Pen on Paper, 2011.
I thought about the future today to the point of becoming totally petrified. Then I called a friend and apologized for being a bad friend, then I watched Scarface, then I played Mario Kart, then I contemplated with my roommate how many girls must have rejected me in my lifetime, mostly for very valid reasons. What will tomorrow bring?