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"Memory is the cerebral function, result of synaptic connections between neurons, through which the human being can remember past experiences."
Part of my Memory series.
Woaah, it looks soo sharp. Argh, thanks a lot flickr .
This is a shot of part of the circuitry on a stick of computer memory. I was playing around with a few old computers last night and when I saw the challenge for the day this idea came to mind. Taken with a Canon 60mm USM Macro lens. Tyep L for a better view.
Our Daily Challenge - A Colored Line - 5/14/11
Memories of Dreams is a beautiful Japanese themed homestead region created by Yxes Evergreen. maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Hawksong/200/54/34
Today we have the sad task to farewell my grandfather. I remember not long after grandma passed away, he told me he used to call her daffodil. I hope they have now been reunited. To a loving father, grandfather and great-grandfather who has been a part of our lives for a long time. The world will seem a little emptier without him.
A pictures says 1,000 words.
I thought the idea would be okay but it didn't come out thattt amazing. I cropped it a lot because you could see my door and my desk/computer and stufff.
So for this picture I was kind of in a hurrry because I have to leave soon to see some of my friends. :)
I'm so happy it's a weekend, i'm so incredibally sick of school.
But anyways, have a good weeekend. :D
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So isn't it odd how your memory plays tricks on you? Or maybe we just had different tastes back then, or maybe I'm just old. Anyway, I've had a craving lately for popcorn, but not just ANY popcorn - JIFFY POP popcorn.
So today I make a little trip to the grocery store, and with a smile on my face, pay the $1.29 for my little foil pan of popcorn. I come home, eat dinner, and the settle in for the evening and prepare for this FEAST of popcorn.
A few things.....
A. Why didn't I remember how campy it is to shake a tin foil pain of popping corn in my kitchen?
B. Why didn't I remember it pops approximately 2 cups of popcorn before it starts to scorch?
C. Why didn't I remember that it smells like eggs frying while cooking?
D. And MOST importantly, why didn't I remember that it tastes NASTY??
So.......... my craving for popcorn is now gone, and I'm drinking a gallon of water to try and get the nasty taste out of my mouth :)
Ghadames, an oasis town, lies roughly 462 kilometres to the southwest of Tripoli, near the borders with Algeria and Tunisia. It has been declared a Unesco World Heritage site.
“Memory is a way of holding on to the things you love, the things you are, the things you never want to lose.”
-Kevin Arnold-
After a few days of frost with temperatures -3, 0 degrees, overnight there was snowfall and fog which caused havoc across many parts of the UK. Locally was much the same. That aside, the beauty of snowfall and people, families and pets were out in their droves. Please scroll through my photos, I hope you enjoy them :)
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Depuis les hauteurs du lac Gokyo et du village eponyme, à 4800m, au Nepal.
Un endroit que je revais de photographier depuis des années de par sa beauté préservée, perdu au milieu des sommets.
Mais ce 10 Novembre 2019, le coeur n’y est pas, et pas grand chose n’a de sens.
En souvenir de celui qui, à 28 ans, a laissé sa vie ce jour là, après le passage du col de Renjo La à 5360m
RIP Gaetan
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From the hills surrounding Gokyo lake and village, at 4800m, Nepal
An outstanding place I dreamt about since years, a preserved jewel among the high summits
But on this day of November 10th 2019, photographying is tasteless.
In memories of the one who lost his life this day at 28yo, after passing Renjo la Pass at 5340m
RIP Gaetan
Memory Lapses are temporary installations I photograph to revisit places linked to strong memories, past or recent.
By overexposing reflective material in the process, data becomes absent from the digital file, creating an empty zone in the image that alters reality and distorts our perception : like time and distance do.
'We're setting fire to our insides for fun, collecting pictures from the flood that wrecked our home'
Here is one of my final exhibition images from my degree show. The others (including the video) are now live on my website: jodieandrews.co.uk/bitter-sweet-memories-degree-show
(It's a large file so it might be hard to read the text when on a screen)
Within, there's every little memory resting calm in me, resting in a dream... Smiling back at me...
- Rest Calm, Nightwish
"For each thorn, there's a rosebud... for each twilight — a dawn... for each trial — the strength to carry on, For each stormcloud — a rainbow... for each shadow — the sun... for each parting — sweet memories when sorrow is done." Ralph Waldo Emerson
I love these old Polaroids my Mum has of her and Dad before us kids arrived, of their honeymoon in Cyprus and trips to London and Ireland. All the polaroids in the picture are from the late seventies, that's my Dad at Hampton Court, London. It's approaching the seventh anniversary since he passed away suddenly and I found myself flicking through these wonderful old albums. Look closely at the bottom left and you'll see a lady wearing a blue hat, that's my mum in her early twenties, looking every inch the fashion model!
As an amateur photographer, sometimes you're so caught up in crafting something beautiful, you forget you're also capturing memories...
Website | ODC2 - Old Fashioned
Memory map of a route in my hometown, St. Albans.
Stitched map illustration onto white linen fabric.
2018P52/Week 36: Passage of Time
I had several ideas for this topic, but this is the one that kept coming to mind. When I thought of "time", it made me think of old and new memories.
Being an old techie, the word "memories" also me think of computer memories. These memories range from 1980 to the present.
The circuit board is a 4-KByte RAM board I assembled for an old home-brew computer I built in 1980. As time went on, memory chips got smaller and smaller, and held MUCH more!
"Despite the fact that I have the luxury of a bathtub here I Rochefort, toting water inside in the Louisiana heat just seems to defeat the purpose. So, like many others from Lower Rochefort, I wind up here at the river..."
"I don't really mind. For most of the time I was with the 116th after the Old World collapsed, and all the times since when I was travelling alone over what used to be Southern America - matters of personal cleanliness were handled at convenient rivers, streams and ponds. Three years ago this would have felt barbaric, but now the cool water swirling around my legs and the quacking of the ducks playing over by the shoreline feels strangely soothing."
"When I swirl the clear now-unpolluted water between my fingers, it seems like the rippling waters are much like my life lately; suddenly disturbed - but quickly settling into a new normal that completely conceals and ripple of what came before...."
"I try not to remember the happy moments after the Fall, splashing and playing with my sort-of-adopted son Trey and his mother in a small stream, teaching the boy the beginnings of how to hunt so he could help feed our now-gone settlement at Ruby Falls, doing my usual job of treating our wounded or ill soldiers and civilians with the boy's mother occasionally making faces at me when I got too serious."
"That's all gone now, vanished like the ripples my body creates here in the water. All gone, leaving me with memories of lost companions and the sound of the water and the crickets humming"
"Its been a long day, but night is coming..."