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Organising memory, or, organised remembrance. Somebody is remembering on your behalf. It is late October, but the pre-fab decorations have already been mounted in the run-up to the Armistice date of WWI. Behind all this is the British Legion which is liaised to the industrial-military complex and to royalty. They keep the memory of war and of "the ultimate sacrifice" alive. They may have their reasons.
من حق الايام تحسد / ليلة الجمعه=ومن حق الاحلام تحسد / عيد ميلادك
كل ماضوت لك سنينك .. إنطفت شمعه=وكل ماكبرتي سنه .. [ يزيد حسادك ]
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..ياااااااااه شقد هالخاطرة الصغيرة تعمل هزة فيني ..! كلمات مرتبه وانيقة وطالعه من عاطفة صادقة ولذيذة ..وفعلا هالانسانة المعنية بالكلمات مثيرة للغبطة مشاءلله!
اذكر جتني هالمسج ايام الجامعه قبل المحاضرة بخمس ثواني وجلست اقراها طعش مرا .. مدري ليه قلبي حبها جدا ..
بس للأسف ماكانت "سبيشل فور مي" ..كانت من "قناة أدب" تبع خدمات الجوال خخخ!
بس ولا حزززنت ولا طقيت خبر لان الذكرى اللي محفوظة فقلبي او بالاحرى مرسومة بالالوان والبهجة مش هالاماني اللي فوق بتاتا واكبر من هيك !
الذكرى الجميله والمضحكة اني احتفلت بيوم ميلادي ال21 ..خمس مرااات ! فعلا خمس مرات هههه
اول مرا جابولي كب كيك وعليها شمعة واشياء جميلة صاحباتي واختي فكوفي ..وثاني مرا عملوه لي بمطعم فجدة وكانت الاجواء صخب وماكان السبرايز متوقع ابد !
وثالث مره ف المزرعة مع الاهل وكان جدا جميل ومرتب ومتعوب عليه !
ورابع مرا ف بيتنا ...! وخامس مرا امممم ف السيارة اتوقع ههههههههههه!!
فعلا اذكر حسبناهم انا واختي وطلعوا خمس مرات !!
عموما كانت سنة عظيمة وحافلة وفيها نكهات مختلفة ..وبعض الامور تحققت وبعض الاحلام لا زالت قيد الانتظار..ولا تزال ..
ودخلت ال22 وعملت برث داي ايضا جميل ورائع مع اجمل صاحبات فالدونيا بس كنت انا متذكره نفسي بنفسي ومش زي ال21 كانت الدونيا مفتكرااني هههه !!
بالنهاية اشكر كل شخص اسعدني بهدية او مكالمة او حتى بيسرنال..! والهي لا تحرمني هالقلوب الطاهره اللي حولي :$
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كان بودي احط صورة من واقع حفلاتي بس للاسف كلهم ترزز ههههه واكون انا بالنص وبنات وعجئة ومافيه امل ينقصون ..لذلك قهر هههه!:P
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ماشاءءلله ع الموديل الكلبوز >.<
There is no 4 seasons here.However this tree was from a temperate country so retain the memory of seasonal changes.
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Since I've been doing photography, I've realized how many of life's moments we just fritter away and let slip through our fingers. There are memories we wish we could remember better, having them enblazened on our minds like the burn of a red-hot, branding iron, but which we lost the clarity of through the blur of time.
This day in 2008 was a stolen moment. It was a few weeks before Christmas, and I'd gone to see my former boss at the fabric store where I used to work before being layed off. There was a Christmas Parade, so I couldn't get through, and so I stopped along the river at one of the local parks to take some photos and kill time. Instead, I think I made it live.
During this time, my mother was dying. I was home almost 24/7 with her, and that one month was one of the only times in the last six years where I wasn't doing much photography. I didn't have time, and didn't have energy. Mom demanded most of my reserves, as she was a C.O.P.D. patient, and would go into respiratory failure. Only a few days after this photo was taken, she fell for her first and only time. I was getting very little sleep, and was afraid to leave her for very long, but she was doing better that day, and I needed to take a few moments for myself, which I felt incredibly guilty about.
The day seemed oddly blank. There was little color in it, and though there were countless seagulls and water birds, the reminder of impending death was there, as well. There was a bird with a gangrenous foot that I knew would die soon, and of course, my thoughts drifted back to my own life, and my mother, wondering if her oxygen was turned up enough, or if she was managing getting around the house without me there. It seemed that attempting to grab a few, precious moments for myself was not going as planned I don't remember much about the day except the few moments I spent looking out over the hazy, colorless river.
On Christmas Day, my mom passed away. sometimes I think if I'd known I would've lost her so soon, I wouldn't have left her side for a minute. Then again, it was the fact that I retained the memory of who I was that helped me get past the grief ahead, and the few quiet moments I had to spend with God that helped give me the strength that I lacked to go on. I learned through that time that you can give and give until you're spent, but if there's nothing left of you, there's nothing left to help anyone else with, either. Jesus said to love your neighbor as yourself. He didn't say MORE than yourself. It's not wrong to care about yourself. It's only wrong when you AWAYS place yourself before others. Some of us, like my mother, always put themselves in the Giver role, reducing their own self worth until they literally despise themselves. The unfortunate side effect of this is that they don't view others as better, or more deserving of the sacrifices they make for them, but rather, underneath it all, resent other people. It's a passive/agressive thing, I guess. I watched my mother do that for years, always sacrificing and helping, but letting herself go and suffering. She was bitter and unhappy. She felt guilty if she took care of herself. We're taught to be selfless, but on the other hand, we're people, each worthy of respect and dignity. Bottom line: you have to take care of, and care FOR yourself, or you're no good to anyone, including yourself, and including God!
So, this respite was a meager attempt at being healthy, and it's funny to me how it stands out in my mind now. You can't escape your troubles, but you can diminish them a little, it seems. It's a melancholy memory.
I posted this photo before, but this is a new edit. I'm taking advantage of Picnik's textures while I still can. This shot has three layers of texture on it. One wouldn't give me the effect I wanted. I hope it's not coming out too dark. The computer I'm working on today has a very bright screen, so let me know if it is, and I'll fix it!
recently i finished to buy all the equipment needed to digitize Negatives.
so this negative is about 36 years old.
shot with an Olympus OM-1 Camera and an Agfa film.
the setup:
A7r2 with sigma 70mm macro lens.
Manfrotto tripod with bullhead.
for the lighting: Raleno PLV-192S Led.
negative holder from Digitnow.
software in use:
Imaging Edge for tethered shooting.
LR with watched folder for Cataloging and editing.
Negative Pro Lab Plugin for LR for converting to positive.
the process with the pluging makes it really easy, did used to convert them manually also tried to make presets for it but it's a pain.
so here's the result I'm very happy with, i have a lot of old material to digitize and this setup really eases on the process.
just the idea to bring 40y old negatives back to life is making me happy.
hope you all have a beautiful weekend!
One of the things we noticed in rural Kumbia south west of Kingaroy, Qld was not only how pristine it was but also laid back, in fact homes named from perhaps an earlier time that conveyed how the residents feel about their delightful town now they have aged. We have already had "Shangri-la" and now, this one is called "Kumbayah".
I have this feeling that many older flickr members will have strong memories of times past, perhaps in the 1960's and 70's when the song was particularly "groovy" - perhaps you can even remember where you were when you sang it!
Let's see if I can turn it up in case you have never heard it or because, once you remember, you will be singing it over and over for the next week! There are a few different spellings of some of these names, perhaps befuddled by the years. This version by our very own Aussie "Seekers".
Smile on Saturday! :-) Full of Memories is the theme for today.
I took this screenshot with my iPhone yesterday, so that's what counts to me for being a current shot. This is from my Facebook Memories section.
This event took place in 1995, and I posted this in Facebook Memories in 2009.
I was forced to give my daughter away in 1969. This is the first time she met her brother, my son Jason! I traveled to LaPlata MD {that's where Jason and my daughter-in-heart, Lisa, lived at the time) from South Florida. JJ came there from Carlisle PA with her husband, also named Jason. It was an extraordinary experience for this Mother ... although it didn't end well. Things in my life usually don't. But it doesn't matter. No one can ever, EVER take this away from me! Lisa took this great shot! She seemed to be quite the budding photographer back then.
So I don't think there is a photo in my whole life that is more "Full of Memories" than this one.
Happy Smile on Saturday! :-).
The leaf is floating in a pond with the shadow of the tree from whence it fell.
Wonders found in my back yard...
Texture by JoesSistah
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sentimental at heart... old rose bouquets.
i'm just starting to dive into photoshop and have been playing around with textures... not sure how i feel about them yet... sometimes i think they work and other times, i think they're distracting. what do you guys think?
with this image, i wanted to try and create something that had a vintage sort-of look.... constructive criticism appreciated.
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A visit to this old man's school....many memories of those early childhood days and boyhood friends flood his mind.
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Having visited Bodie a number of times, I tried a few different shots this time. This image is taken with a converted IR camera and processed in PS for a vintage look.
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