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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.
Rocky Point Rocket Ship
The local park in the town I grew up in, I remember climbing that rocket so many times, it is now a monument, no longer to be used. I'm happy it wasn't scrapped.
unc football memories. went there with some friends last wkend. 24 years ago this is where my dad and i sat. i said nothing to my friends. i had a quiet reflective moment. lump in my throat.i loved football.not so much my dad. i could smell hotdogs, fresh cut grass.ppl cheering. life was great. at halftime watching the cheerleaders in short skirts jumping, catching a small glance of underpants, made me aware of what being a male was all about.wasnt so sure but i liked it.the whole stadium was familia. all friends.i loved to play football, but i played in high school for my dad. thats what he wanted of me.to be a man and grunt and push and destroy.football was society. it was man.he told ppl that his sons played ball. he went to my brothers games, all of them. he never came to any of mine.bastard. i was good at it. he would never know. we connected when we went to unc games. only. bloodsport made him happy.i did not. i loved the games. no so much my dad. when i was old enough to enjoy going with him he was no longer alive. we never saw another game and he never saw me play. even while alive he never saw one effin game.
Time for a stroll down memory lane....
What? Dammit!!! It's a DEAD END!!!
Memory is so over rated.
...On the road in Connecticut.
[Note : Memory Lane is off Spithead Rd. You can't make this up. See the map.]
... are the treasures that we keep locked deep within the storehouse of our souls, to keep our hearts warm when we are lonely.
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Lena is bach in the Greenbrier meadow, because it's here that she resources her and she think at Ethan...
Lena Duchannes - Pullip Nella Retro Memory FullCustom by TheUgliestWife
Dress By Trisquette
My Grand Ma's (mom's mom) Sewing Machine...
In our childhood most of us will enjoy our summer holidays @ Grand Ma's home....
Last saturday i went to my Grand Ma's home after a year...
When i was child i used to play alot in that village & help my aunt and grand ma in stiching.. (i know bit of stiching :)...)
Climbing guava trees, playing sirra gone (Village Cricket), playing with tyres ( i forgot names of some other games :(.... ).. lots of sweet memories & games
Now a days we didn't find these games neither in villages nor in cities...
* The machine and stool were same from almost 15 yrs.. :)
~ dappled with joy and love
A lovely gem of a book, with testimonies and memories from people who knew these luminaries ~ just look at the gulistaan...
Balraj Sahni (*smile*)
Faiz Ahmed Faiz (my favourite)
Guru Dutt (in awe)
Ismat Chughtai (my favourite!)
Kaifi Azmi ~ a soft breeze on a cool day
Kishore Kumar (playful; a bit mad - in all the right sense of it!)
Krishan Chander (awed... )
Raj Kapoor ('He is part of India's national psyche', Bunny Reuben ~ undoubtedly)
Satyajit Ray (genius film maker; Shatranj ke Khiladi one of my all-time fave movies)
Actually, the title is something that was in my head as soon as I awoke this morning, and these lines were echoing throughout my morning routine, how wonderful and evocative they are, and how much I love that Thomas Stearns Eliot had written them! Love all of them, but...
burnt out ends of smoky days...
...
... Wipe your hand across your mouth, and laugh;
The worlds revolve like ancient women
Gathering fuel in vacant lots.
~ Ahhh...
And of course, being spring in London; it is quite like that today, it has been raining since early morning, and quite cold too. Gruff.
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Live at OXJAM Safehouse / Spirit of Gravity / Beatabet all dayer, The Rose Hill, Brighton, 15.10.2016
American Motoring Memories is a classic car restoration shop in Culver City Calif. The owner Jeff Reade concentrates primarily on early Corvette restorations but is known to do total & partial restorations and update maintenance on many of the Big Three (GM, Ford, Chrysler) classics from the '50s to early 70's.
Another view of the Memory Void. Although allowed to do so, we couldn't bring ourselves to step on the faces. Just too emotional.
"The Jewish Museum Berlin, which opened to the public in 2001, exhibits the social, political and cultural history of the Jews in Germany from the fourth century to the present, explicitly presenting and integrating, for the first time in postwar Germany, the repercussions of the Holocaust. " - libeskind.com/work/jewish-museum-berlin/
A short write up of our trip in the Lobster Journals - redlobsterjournal.blogspot.ca/2017/01/2009-central-europe...
My flickr album of Germany - www.flickr.com/photos/maclobster/albums/72157621432513313
Here is my YouTube slide show of Berlin.
"The installation Shalekhet (Fallen Leaves) by Menashe Kadishman can be found in the Memory Void, one of the symbolic spaces on the ground level of the Libeskind building. The floor of the void is covered by more than ten thousand faces with open mouths, cut from heavy round iron plates.
The installation is a gift from Dieter and Si Rosenkranz. Menashe Kadishman’s sculptures stir painful memories of the victims of war." - www.jmberlin.de/en/shalekhet-fallen-leaves
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I found these a few years ago at my favorite thrift store...for like $4.98 and $2.99...they were in the glass cases up front by the registers and I calmly said, "could I see those two bottles there?" and my heart was racing as I said,"I want these also"...
Childhood Memory....
It was the summer of 1964 and I was in second grade. My Mom was the Avon Lady and when she would deliver her orders, us four kids would go with her and sit in the car and wait...that's when you could still do that sort of thing!...and if we were real good and didn't fight or kill each other...or scream, which I was known to do when my Brothers would hit me...then and only then we would get to stop by this little hamburger joint called the Prairie Dog and get an ice cream cone....yeah!...hey, we thought it was a great treat in 1964!
Well, that year for Christmas...I got the entire set of Pretty Peach...and ohhhh it was a very big deal...it came with a little Avon Bag...just like Moms and spray mist, lotion, body cream, powder in a mitten and best of all "soap on a rope"...shaped like a real peach with a brown pit in the center when you used it all...then after Christmas and we went back to school I would carry my lunch in that Avon Bag...it was blue and had a zipper and everything...I was soooo cool back then...lol....
So.....there you have it... this is my "Best Thrift Store Find, Ever".....
The levitation of her didn't quite work out so well, but you get the point. Ariel is just too amazing to copy agggghhhh.
The memories in the more visible parts of my body such as my legs, chest and arms, relate to more light hearted moments in life, the ones we want to share with the people around us.
Today, the whole world is remembering Michael Jackson. Yes, everyone is talking about Michael Jackson, as if a good friend has gone. For some young people, it is perhaps the first time they have lost someone they "knew" to death. Of course, Michael did not even know himself, so who else "knew" Michael? Perhaps Diana Ross, and perhaps Elizabeth Taylor.
Many young people are fortunate not to have lost anyone--and so the death of a celebrity feels personal to them. For the others of us, they are one more casualty of the passage of time.
I have several "Michaels" on my phone list, but one I can no longer call (but wish I could) is friend and boatbuilder Mike Shaughnessy. He ran the boatshop where I had much of the more difficult woodworking done. He was an artist in wood and a comfortable, competent fellow to be around. He had that calm demeanor that gave a sense that "things are under control" when he was about.
Mike died in his sleep. It was a sudden, shocking event, no one expected this, and his absence grows more bitter with the passage of time. He always found humor in a situation and difficult things became easier because of that quality.
My final memories of Michael come with a splash of the Shaughnessy humor. A friend held the wake, and since Mike was such a woodworker, this guy felt it was obliged to oil the deck, benches and railings around his place prior to the gathering. It wouldn't do to have a wake for Mike with the woodwork needing attention.
The gathering was wonderful, many old friends together, sharing stories and thoughts. Eventually, one lady noticed that her lovely dress had broad horizontal stripes running across her back. Yep, we all had it. The benches appeared to be dry, but after sitting a spell, the linseed oil would leach into whatever fabric was pressing against the wood. Anyone who sat on those benches came away with a bit of wood treatment across their butt.
We could hear Mike's laughter from beyond the grave. Freddie’s Dead
MEMORIES FROM THE FUTURE
Every experience becomes a memory.
Collecting memories from a virtual second life. Characters are role playing away in dreamy unreal and yet real settings. Memories from the past and future are entwined re lived or lived for the first time. What makes an experience real? What makes a character real? In real life and in our virtual lives we are all starring in our own universe which we make up as we go along.
This is the "memory" wall! The photos that are framed and hang on our walls are generally speaking fairly up to date, however, my wife does like what she calls a memory wall which has a few older photos that have great memories for us all!
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Faith Detail - North aisle west stained glass window "in loving memory of Ina Maude erected by her devoted husband the 10th Earl Ferrers" www.flickr.com/gp/52219527@N00/686a7T
Frances Eugenie Matilda (Ina Maud) was the daughter of William Hedges-White, 3rd Earl of Bantry and Jane Herbert.
She m 1885 Sewallis Edward Shirley, 10th Earl Ferrers (24 January 1847 – 26 July 1912) son of Washington Sewallis Shirley, 9th Earl & Augusta Annabella Chichester.
The marriage was happy, but sadly childless and they are buried in the small mausoleum on the south side www.flickr.com/gp/52219527@N00/43R0E6 which Sewallis built after enlarging the lake in the grounds which flooded the vaults beneath the church
Her husband was succeeded by his 4th cousin Walter Shirley, 11th Earl Ferrers www.flickr.com/gp/52219527@N00/274rm0 son of Rev. Walter Waddington Shirley 1866 & Philippa Knight. Chapel of the Holy Trinity, Staunton Harold, Leicestershire