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Memories are like a window that connect you to the past!
You can only see them, but you can't touch ...!
This old chap came to The Library to have "one last look" at the work he donated some 30 years ago. 90 years old, and now living in the North of England, he produced a 30 volume study of the Ffestiniog Railway. Full of his own photographs, maps and beautiful hand written text.
Every now and then he would leave a page open, "...There she is.." he would mutter, and reach out to touch a photograph in which his wife, recently deceased, appears.
Libraries and archives hold more than just dusty old books.
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MEMORIES LIKE BUTTERFLIES
Your face is but a wishful thought
Though the tears are real with salty bite
As a yearning , not relinquishing aught
To soothe my soul, and smile as might
A fathers love so all consuming
Passion, pride within your heart so strong
Blissful ignorance the child, as fate was looming
Not comprehending your demise so wrong
The good are taken, or so it seems to me
Before their time by fate and circumstance
If wishes granted, what then I wonder would mine be?
Once more the child again with you, per chance
Protected by your arms around me
Games of fun and laughter played
In those childlike eyes did you see
What you meant to me, portrayed?
Memories as butterflies
Grown the boy, myself a man
But still the tears no matter how I try
To thwart the pain as best I can
Beating hearts and pulsing veins
Treasured moments in this, my journey
The legacy of your love remains
And your shining light still pulses through me
Written on September 27th 2011
Photograph taken at 17:15pm on August 26th 2011 in a property located at the intersection of Martindale Road and Welch Road near Sidney, on Vancouver Island, British Columbia, Canada.
Nikon D700 70mm 1/8000s f/2.8.0 iso200
Nikkor AF-S 24-70mm f/2.8G ED IF. Hand held. Nikon GP-1.
LATITUDE: N 48d 33m 38.47s
LONGITUDE: W 123d 22m 25.59s
ALTITUDE: 29m
My writing and photography can be found at: DESPITESTRAIGHTLINES.COM
關於微醺記憶
About Memories.
不同時空拍下的照片，
產生了微妙的關連。
就像剪輯過的記憶可以產生新的故事。
生活中常有些畫面似曾相似，
因為記憶存在腦海裡，
腦部會將記憶自動串連，
經由拍攝的動作，
不自覺得蹦到你面前，無法掩飾。
這裡紀錄著攝影、記憶與時間微妙的三角關係。
希望你們喜歡。
使用方式：
單一地隨意亂翻看，
或是
連續地順著篇幅看，
都能有不同的故事想像。
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.
I was catching my breath from a long walk, while doing that these guys came and started talking about their memories. I grabbed my camera and started taking photos from them the only one that noticed me was the dog and he was staring at me.
Created with fd's Flickr Toys
11月。紅葉の季節ですね。
ありがたいことにまたお声を掛けて頂き，京都へ行ってきました。
ここ数年ずっと京都で紅葉を撮っていますが，このシーズンはここ以外にほとんど行ったことがないので，京都の超混雑ぶりとは無縁という貴重な体験をさせてもらっています。
Staff at Tufts Digital Collections and Archives sparked memories of days gone by with yearbooks and photos. (Photo: Peter Gumaskas for Tufts University)
Made to Order,
you supply 10 to 15 memory items to pay tribute
to a loved one. I construct a lasting memory piece
that they will treasure for years.
Each one unique.
Prom yesterday!
"positive highschool memories? WHAT?!?!? that ludacris!"
i was on the planning comitte and everything. I'm glad it turned out great. I had so much fun. That's me and my date/secret handshake buddy Willliam and my friend Kebei.
i felt purdy haha.
Hope you all are having a fantastic week :)
Mine has been pretty stressful not gonna lie. I have 3 major projects and english speech, bible speech, and biological origins paper, and i've been trying to help with prom as much as possible. I found out i'm failing chemistry too, not even at a decent fail (???) but it's like at the point where no matter what i do the highest i can get my grade up is at a high end of the F spectrum or a low D. I hate chemistry :/ Well all my nice pretty colleges are screwed huh. Failing my junior year...maybe i'll just be a backpacker or a carney, that would be interesting haha.
I have to admit that I am still not entirely into the spirit of the season. It is four days till Christmas and I am just about able to hold up my head after a week and half of a vicious head cold. At least we got the Christmas decorations out today and hung a wreath on the door. By the 25th I hope to have decked the halls and have Christmas music playing on the stereo.
To get myself in the spirit I looked back at some of our photographs from years gone by. In addition to Christmas spirit it also bought some sadness for things missed. This photograph is from 2008, our last Christmas in our Baltimore house. It was also our last Christmas with our dear, sweet dog, Lacy. By February of 2009 we had lost her and soon after began to pack up 38 years of our life for our move. I love our new house and our new dog, Sherlock but this photograph can still bring tears to my eyes.
The bathroom keeps the walls full of memories. Stickers were put in there by my father and her brothers and sister when childs.
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El baño guarda sus paredes llenas de recuerdos. Las pegatinas las pusieron mi padre, sus hermanos y hermana cuando eran niños.
Captured with a Canon EOS 5D Mark II and Rokinon 14mm f/2.8 IF ED UMC lens.
Distortion-corrected using this Adobe lens profile.