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memories first don't affect us
Memories- hurt us until we don't know
Memories- Make us cry
Memories sometimes are all we have, that is why they hurt and make us cry because they are all we have.
Memories are never recalled completely. This series shows parts of a complete photographic recording of a memory intertwined with an object from that memory.
We have a number of paintings and lots of memories from when we had our Florida home ~ thankfully we still go back and forward and hopefully we will be there in the not too distant future!!
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Tho the memories are but fleeting
They can't help but keep receding
All the dreams they keep repeating
My mistakes so long ago...
Memories, memories, memories fading
Why oh, why I feel so jaded?
While I sit here, while I'm waiting
The truth it grips me so...
I know, I know He's all around me
Telling me to stop compounding
Stop compounding, and just let go
of all those sin's of long ago..
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My brother and sister gave me this rose in a pot in memory of my late husband. The first bloom came well ahead of the usual flowering season.
Rückseite: "Zum Andenken von Ihrer Kollegin Rosa Mayrhofer. München."
Riverse Side: "In memory from your colleague Rosa Mayrhofer. Munich."
Magnetic-core memory. Each magnetic core holds one bit of information. Reading a core is destructive, but a core will maintain its value without power. The original computers on the Space Shuttle had about 424 kilobytes of magnetic core memory.
Tissue Memory
© 2013 Kristine Jabbour
Even when the mind forgets
The body remembers.
Put in a certain position
I’ve ground my teeth in rage
Put in another and tears have spouted
A hot spring newly excavated.
In another I’m in bliss, as if born for this.
All the while, my mind is in the dark
No inkling as to why I have these reactions.
1000 hours in meditation might
Illuminate these mysteries
But I probably don’t want to know.
My body is releasing its reservoirs of poison
On its own, in its time, without supervision
And I suspect it’s protecting my conscious self
Knowing how fragile it is
Despite its arrogant bravado.
They say the mind controls the body
But I don’t think that’s completely true.
Whenever my mind falls short
It’s my body that carries me home.
As the nights start to get longer and you can feel a chill in the air the scorching heat of the summer seems a distant memory.
Sometimes I like to look into the past, to the beautiful memories, and think, that time passes fast, but the beautiful things, remain forever. Ƹ̴Ӂ̴Ʒ
(My brother & Me)
To show the use of the multimemory plugin in Munin to monitor easily memory leak. As this Perl services was processing around 5000 DNS answers per second, I finally figured out that the the issue was coming from a specific Perl module use (Date::Manip). That's another good reason to extend munin to match your needs.
www.foo.be/cgi-bin/wiki.pl/2011-03-05_Monitoring_Memory_o...
I wanted to keep this as memories of my daughter going to kindergarden. These bootees were her favourite. Now she is running around in new ones. :-)
Strobist info:
Snooted SB800 on 4 o'clock, snooted SB 25 on 10 o'clock.
Triggered via Pixel Pawn
6/365 - 1/6/11
Block of 1024 bits of ferrite core memory from MIT's Whirlwind 1 computer (circa 1953).
In this case, they were almost gone. I really couldn't make out much in this photo. I could tell it was me and my mother, but nothing else, really, so it had my curiosity piqued and I just had to turn it into something!
Most people would just send a photo like this into the round file. These are the ones that I practice on, to hone my art, and to salvage memories. Though most of the details have been lost, the smiles were evident, and I wanted to save that.
My mother's life was a hard one. She didn't often have happy moments much after I was born. In the next year and a half, her own mother would die of cancer, and her husband would begin seeing another woman. I was a sickly kid, too, with most every cold turning into bronchitis that became nearly chronic, so she would be caring for a mother with cancer in one room, and a toddler with serious bronchial infections in another. Seeing Mom smile at any point in time was something worth saving, and knowing that she was looking at me when it happened is just priceless. I'm afraid I made her life a lot harder than I did bring her joy. It's nice to know it wasn't always that way.
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i have a cold, so i'm not spending as much time on my photos as i should.
anyway, my camera ate my memory card, and i had another broken one lying around, so i figured i'd just shoot them and get it over with. :)
Memories of warmer days, in this case. It's been on the cold side, in the single digits since the recent storm of last week. It's common, we always seem to get a cold spell after a storm, people rush to get the snow cleared, and get back indoors. Didn't work out quite as well as expected around town with the street clearing, the cold came and got the best of us, hardened ice patches a couple of inches thick, with bare spots in between. Ice covered washboard roads, and people driving real slowly, it's almost eerie to see, and with the cold temps, to hear the tires of vehicles squeak as they move along.
This photo to brighten up those thoughts, warm and inviting, lazy days gone by.
Daylight, see the dew on the sunflower
And a rose that is fading
Roses wither away
Like the sunflower I yearn to turn my face to the dawn
I am waiting for the day
Now Old Deuteronomy, just before dawn
Through a silence you feel you could cut with a knife
Announces the cat who can now be reborn
And come back to a different jellicle life
Memory, turn your face to the moonlight
Let your memory lead you
Open up, enter in
If you find there the meaning of what happiness is
Then a new life will begin
Memory, all alone in the moonlight
I can smile at the old days
I was beautiful then
I remember the time I knew what happiness was
Let the memory live again
Burnt out ends of smokey days
The stale cold smell of morning
The streetlamp dies, another night is over
Another day is dawning
Daylight, I must wait for the sunrise
I must think of a new life
And I mustn't give in
When the dawn comes tonight will be a memory too
And a new day will begin
Sunlight, through the trees in the summer
Endless masquerading
Like a flower as the dawn is breaking
The memory is fading
Touch me, it's so easy to leave me
All alone with the memory
Of my days in the sun
If you touch me you'll understand what happiness is
Look, a new day has begun
Does anyone ever get that feeling when you listen to a song and you remember random memories linked to it, like everytime? I always remember going to Bournemouth when I hear Train's 'Save me, San Francisco' album and remember a random trip to Ikea when I hear 'Half of my Heart' or 'Who Says' by John Mayer. I find it really weird, but super cool. :-)
This memory jug was made by my aunt Jane. Read more about it here: www.weareheavyduty.com/2009/08/09/jane-sigler-burckard-me...
The old days of trains... as seen at the Severn Valley Railway. This picture was taken from the museum at Kidderminster station on the SVR. Here there is a collection of old telephones. The locomotive through the window is Southern pacific 34027 "Taw Valley". The engine had just pulled in with the 12.25 from Bridgnorth on Wednesday August 17th 2016 and was waiting to shunt round to the other end of the train for the return service.