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18 Mar 2007 - Renamed "Memories and Flashbacks" by Ms Soccer is Back in the Title Me group.
From this photo it looks like this homeless man is looking at the man pushing a baby & who knows...maybe he is wishing things had turned out different & he had a baby. I took this pix in York, England.
After numerous comments, I ran the pix through Neat Image & then replaced the pix.
Денис Фроловский
... о сырой земле и пронизанной солнечными лучами зелени, о влажных камнях ..., об ароматах антионов и лесных фиалок, о подернутых плесенью, трухлявых стволах упавших деревьев
I rarely get emotional over my work, but these recent paintings have really moved me. Inspired by childhood photographs of my little brother and I recently sent to me by my mother. A time gone by - a lifetime ago - a brother that I miss. These paintings are loose and fragmented like my memories. 5x5 Oil on paper.
Nov. 1, 2015: Memories 2013 In photogene cropped and used b&w high contrast preset. In stackables used soft blur. In photocopier used van gogh sonnenblumen color 0, grain 30, texture 30. In ArtistaImpresso used center detail. In TangledFX used sharpening preset. In Formulas used pestilence 100%. Back in photogene desaturated -.60. In Formulas used aeolian border 15 width.
There are many things that make me happy. One of them is looking at pictures from when I went backpacking through South America last year. The emotion a picture can make you feel, the memories, the laughs, the people we met... time sure flies, and all we keep are these wonderful memories :).
Rows of tables serve as a reminder of the lively food court by Chelsea Market on the High Line. Even in the cool weather, though, the High Line is bustling with activity.
Use of juxtaposition. I am trying to suggest in the photo (by showing two younger versions of the ladies behind) that the ladies in deckchairs are thinking back to the time when they were young, playful, innocent and carefree and slightly less plump. A desire to start again, wind the clock back and do things differently.
No processing except cropping.
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They are images that remain in our memories and for some reasons human beings remain frozen in awe before a sunset over water. It is like the time is slowing down and we are waiting to see the end of this magic moment we try to keep in our memories for ever.
The silhouette of this mother and young son admiring the colors of the sun and its reflections on the lake reminds us, adults, of similar memories of a time that seemed remote and peaceful in comparison with the aggressions we feel in our current and modern city lives.
Hopefully this child will remember this magic moment spent with his mom.
Nikon D700 and lens Leica Telyt-R 350mm f/4.8. Taken with Monopod at ISO 1600, f/8 and 1/4000s.
Explored #157
These are some of my great grandfathers things. Papa Whit Whiteside. The scribbling on the book is his handwriting. I added a tone of sepia overcast to the photo.
Nazem Al-Ghazali's house disappeared and disappeared with the beautiful melodies .. The remainder of this Part and with the memories alone ...
In one of the alleys Mutanabi - Baghdad ...
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Nazem Al-Ghazali : an Iraqi singer is dead .. Is one of the finest artists of his time .. Is part of the heritage of Iraq .. Is this what is left of our heritage !!!
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“When all is done, you must look in your own heart to know the truth. It lies at some middle depth, half-truths above, half-truths below. Even my truth, what I tell you know, is colored to fit my vision. Find your own truths as best you can, only remember that few are courageous enough to tell a tale of which they are not the hero.” ― Alida Van Gores, Mermaid's Song
Going through the archives and I find myself loving this image more and more. It is as if time makes a photo so much more rich emotionally and artistically for me once time has had a chance to age the memory, the moment, the feeling.
Kellee Dohrman and Jameson Henkle, I plan to be in your area in the middle of July timeframe and would love to make some acro art in the Redwoods. Just saying.
Such a beautiful and graceful Mermaid Kellee Dohrman!!! Flyer: @k.dohrman_acroandyoga
Base: @knalubalance
#EricWardPhotography #AcroYoga #Art #Hawaii #AcroRevolution #TT #Archives #Memories
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Memory fades as life goes on.
technically this picture is a pure failure : blur of moving subject, blur of misfocusing, blur of lowspeed and handheld.
But...
The roll stood undevelopped during 6 years, carefully stocked in
my fridge, because I knew there were on it some pictures from someone who left us few month later. I was afraid of destroying them with my manual process.
thanks to a good friend (God bless him), Theses pictures are safe. But this one grew on me. The movement of my little girl, the general blur with only this tiny part of shoes less blurred than the picture, appeared to me as a picture of time going on. Our memory fades, details disapear, but the mood stays.
Carpe Diem, sed habeo, non habeor.
Amici, diem non perdidi.
See Only Love....one of my many mottos.
When we look at life through eyes of love, the world is such a beautiful place.
Blessings to my friends...may you experience many opportunities to create memories of love that you can keep close to your heart.
Textures courtesy of JoesSistah
Remind Me of What I Loved
Recently, a friend shared this story that she had read. I was touched by it's powerful message about what matters most in life. Warning: You may need a tissue handy!
Remind Me of What I Loved
by Caroline Myss
While on my recent book tour for Defy Gravity , I had lunch at the Ritz-Carlton in Philadelphia. Seated at the next table were a mother and daughter. I learned through the fine art of eavesdropping that the daughter had taken her mother out for lunch to celebrate her 92nd birthday. Even though the mother was all dressed up, she still reminded me of a lovely little hummingbird, so tiny and fragile. As is the case with most people in their 90s, they no longer initiate conversation. So it was her daughter who did most of the talking, and since the daughter and I were practically seated back-to-back, it was impossible not to hear her as she reminisced about people who had once filled their lives.
"Well, those people were bad news, Mom. They weren't really that nice to you," said the daughter.
"Oh, I don't remember that," was the mother's response as she kept her eyes on her lunch, reorganizing her salad with her fork. The subject changed to the mother's sister, and though I couldn't hear the details (as I really wasn't eavesdropping in full gear—yet), I then heard the daughter say: "It's true. Your sister was no angel."
Hearing that comment, I glanced over at the mother to see her response.
"Funny, but I can't recall those things," said the lovely birthday hummingbird as she kept her eyes focused on her lunch. Her daughter then shifted the conversation to memories of her mother's marriage to her father. Though I could not hear most of the specifics, it just happened that I heard her say: "Oh, Mom, I could tell you stories about Dad, believe me. You had a rough time with him."
"I did?" the mom replied, never revealing her eyes. "I don't remember."
"You sure did." And just as the daughter began to elaborate on those difficult times, this little hummingbird of a mother put down her fork and made direct eye contact with her daughter. With the most gentle smile on her face, she said: "I don't want to remember those things anymore, Ann. Remind me, now, of what I loved. Remind me of what I loved about your father. I only want to be reminded of love."
That line not only drew the breath out of her daughter; it completely captivated my attention. I sat perfectly still. I could actually feel the impact that request had upon the daughter's heart. The mother had shot an arrow directly into the bitter wounds that were obviously possessing her daughter.
Now my eavesdropping on their intimate conversation was deliberate. I had to hear the daughter's response. I had to watch her face as she grappled with her mother's request to utilize her heart as a means to access memories of love she herself could no longer recall. It was obvious the daughter wanted to refuse her mother's request, but how could she? This was her mother's 92nd birthday. Saying no was not an option. I even found an excuse to adjust my chair so that I could observe the daughter's expressions as she psychically allowed her mother's well-worn heart to board her shattered heart in order to travel back in time. Sojourning into memories in search of love instead of pain was not something the daughter had anticipated. Love, after all, is the most healing of graces. She took a deep breath and with a much softer voice, she said, "Well, Mom," then in a much softer tone of voice, "you loved the way Dad used to tease you."
"I did?" the mother asked.
"Yes, you did. And he always gave you roses on your birthday, Mom. Today Dad would have given you a lovely bouquet of roses because you love roses," the daughter said.
"Oh," said the mother, her smile becoming more illuminated. "I think I remember that."
"And you know that heart [necklace] you always wear, the one around your neck right now? Well, Dad surprised you with that on your 25th wedding anniversary," the daughter said. The mother reached for the small gold heart around her neck, touching it gently with her fingers. "No wonder I never want to take this off," she said.
Then, this exquisite little hummingbird of a mother noticed her daughter was wiping away tears from her eyes. She reached across the table for her daughter's hand and said, "Honey, don't wait until you're my age to have to ask someone else to remind you of what you loved in your life. Be wise enough to remind yourself of that every day because someday those memories might just fade away like mine did and the memories I miss the most are about the people I know I loved."
By this time, I was wiping away tears. As I watched this mother and daughter embrace, I recognized the healing handiwork of grace as only grace could so elegantly and silently transform a conversation filled with pain into one that lifted the weight from a daughter's heart. Only the power of grace could transform a mother into the rare air of the Sage, gifting her daughter wisdom from her soul so powerful as to transform the whole of her life within the content of a couple of sentences.
This conversation captured the essence of what it means to "defy gravity." In an instant, this daughter had released the weight of past wounds, replacing them with the healing force of wisdom and love. Ordinary words could never have accomplished such a feat. Healing is indeed a mystical experience, and one never knows when grace will come to call. I left that lunch having imprinted the request of that precious 92-year-old woman into my heart: Remind me of what I love. What could be a more splendid prayer of reflection than that? And what a gift they were to me on my book tour. I will always believe that being seated next to them was no accident.
Memories are those events where we feel like an individual participating in the world. If you don't consider the participation then you become selfish, if you don't consider the being an individual then you become invisible.
By Trevor Butcher, Artist
For my images as prints, canvases and phone cases: www.ltpphotography.wordpress.com
In My Heart I thought of you with love today,
but that is nothing new...
I thought about you yesterday,
and days before that too.
"I think of you in silence,
I often speak your name.
Now all I have are memories,
and your picture in a frame.
Your memory is my keepsake,
with which I'll never part.
God has you in Heaven,
I have you in my heart." (author unknown)
submitted to 100 words
60/100 words: memory
Memory is a way of holding onto the things you love, the things you are, the things you never want to lose. ~From the television show The Wonder Years
Memory game bag and all the pieces. Included in the set is 20 cards, two of each letter. Great for learning letters, spelling, letter/animal identification.
Hoje eu decidi arrumar as fotos antigas na parede do meu quarto, pra mudar um pouco a decoração e também, porque eu AMO fotos da minha infância *-*
Memories -Manaslu region, Nepal #nepal #portrait #woman #tibetan #face #emotions #qliebin #travel #непал #тибет
I thought this was pretty cool...so I took a picture. I'm snap happy when it comes to my dvd frame capture on my computer! heehee ^-^
...the river flows, but the memory remains forever in this place...
Music: "The Memory Remains" - Metallica
♪Fortune, fame
Mirror vain
Gone insane
But the memory remains
Heavy rings on fingers wave
Another star denies their grave
See the nowhere crowd
Cry the nowhere tears of honor
Like twisted vines that grow
That hide and swallow mansions whole
And dim the light of an already
Faded prima donna
Fortune, fame
Mirror vain
Gone insane...
Fortune, fame
Mirror vain
Gone insane...
But the memory remains
Heavy rings hold cigarettes
Up to lips that time forgets
While the Hollywood sun sets
Behind your back
And can't the band play on?
Just listen, they play my song
Ash to ash
Dust to dust
Fade to black♪
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River "Zêzere" @ Caria, Covilhã - Portugal 2011
Photograph taken at an altitude of Six metres, at 16:41pm on Saturday 5th July 2013 off the Viking Coastal trail on the sea front in Reculver , a coastal resort about three miles east of Herne Bay in south-east England, in a ward of the same name, in the City of Canterbury, district of Kent.
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Nikon D800 24mm 1/2000s f/2.8 iso200 RAW (14 bit) Handheld. AF-S Single point focus. Manual exposure. Matrix metering. Auto white balance.
Nikkor AF-S 24-70mm f/2.8G ED IF. Jessops 77mm UV filter. Nikon MB-D12 battery grip. Two Nikon EN-EL batteries. My memory 32GB class 10 20MB/s SDHC. Nikon DK-17M Magnifying Eyepiece. Nikon DK-19 soft rubber eyecup. Lowepro Transporter camera strap. Lowepro Vertex 200 AW camera bag. Nikon MC-DC2 remote shutter release. Nikon GP-1 gps unit.
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LATITUDE: N 51d 22m 47.72s
LONGITUDE: E 1d 12m 8.42s
ALTITUDE: 6.0m
RAW (TIFF) FILE: 103.00MB
PROCESSED FILE: 15.56MB
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HP Pavillion Desktop with AMD A10-5700 APU processor. HD graphics. 2TB with 8GB RAM. 64-bit Windows 8.1. Verbatim USB 2.0 1TB desktop hard drive. Nikon VIEWNX2 Version 2.90 64bit. Adobe photoshop Elements 8 Version 8.0 64bit