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Early was the Morn
Flowers filled with dew
I became somebody through lovin you
softly as a child
born in natural rain
I predict the seasons to go unchanged [...]
[...]Hold on dear life
Dont go off runnin from whats new...
The Weather Really turned, is about 41 degree at NYC Tonite, and i went through my Picture that i have took over this pass few month and i found this shot.
It seem like yesterday with the Hot Summer Weather, it was about 90 degree out in Central Park when i took this shot.
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Sweet summer memories of my new rose bush! Can't wait to enjoy their beauty again this coming summer. Now if only the snow would melt!!! (Best viewed on black)
Memories of several years attending Arsenal games home and away . . . George Graham, Alan Smith, Perry Groves, John Lukic, Tony Adams, and of course roasted peanuts on the Clock End terraces. Spent virtually every Highbury match standing at the Clock End, in fact the only time we were forced to go and stand on the North Bank, it scared the poo out of me. Photo seen on a wall at the Emirates Stadium in London
Memory wears dress and shrug from jny_jeanpretty, it is made by her friend. Thank you Jean, we love it!
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One comment only for the whole set of 28 shots is great!
"God gave us our memories so that we might have roses in December." James Matthew Barrie
(or January : ))
Explore, thanks everyone
Mustang Memories 2012
August 12, 2012
My 2004 40th Anniversary Crimson Red GT Convertible and my daughter's 2005 red Power Wheels GT Convertible. Great show, huge turnout compared to last year with the threat of rain. My rear tires and rev limiter got three great workouts. Thanks to MOCSEM for a great car show.
© 2012 Michael Lavander. All rights reserved.
No usage without written permission.
"Memories" by choreographer Kim Young-hee (Mutdance), music: Park Changsoo - piano, A23H - reeds, Jang Jae-hyo - percussion, Kang Gwon-soon - voice
21 June 2004
Terry and Shoko
Garden of Memory summer solstice concert at the Chapel of the Chimes in Oakland, CA
My car accident.
"Of course these are only images, my images, and in the end they are born out of something much more akin to a Voice, which though invisible to the eye and frequently unheard by even the ear still continues, day and night, year after year, to sweep through us all.”
Mark Z. Danielewski, House of Leaves, p518
Everyone has his or her own memories. They are individualistic. A person can share an experience, but the memories retained will never be exactly the same. Memories are things that can be recalled at any time with a simple thought, word, or situation. These memories can be remembered at any time, any day, and any year. One connecting factor through all human beings is that everyone has memories.
These images represent an experience I encountered four days after my 20th birthday. I was in a car accident that I should not have been able to walk away from. I show my viewer the images I remember. The scenes are desolate, isolating the random objects that exist in my selective memory. In an accident the mind hones in on specific elements and does not grasp the event in its entirety. The mind goes through shock and I want my viewer to see a disjointed story. They see only enough to form a backbone to something much larger.
The images are dark, not only because that is my style of photography, but because the accident occurred slightly before midnight. My images give the viewer a look into my mind and memories. My images are my voice and I am allowing others access to my voice through photography.
“A car doesn’t know you. It doesn’t care about you. It doesn’t care if you live or die. You have to be in control at all times. You have to rely on yourself, not the car.”
My Father
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.
In the town of milton a flock of geese were shot just for living in the town. In memory of the geese a local woman made crosses for each goose and wrote a short poem about them.
The Poem says;
To Grey Goose
and Lilly, Crooked Neck, Uno
Peg Leg and the unamed ones.
living creatures turned into crosses.
Not whole, not perfect
But still part of god's domain.
Not part of the migrating flock
Outcasts, injured ones- Disabled
A flock unto themselves
Giving people a sense of the wild world
In a small town setting
People feeding
People helping
People protecting
Milton will miss you
This is a hackberry in my backyard that has a lot of memories for me. It's behind the apartment my dad used to live in before an incident that took my father away from me (he's not dead, just very far away). He hated that tree, and wanted to chop it down.. but he never did. I loved that tree, I thought it was pretty. My friends and I climbed it, a swing my dad built for me was in that tree for a year, I crashed into it with the go cart, sped around it on the four wheeler. idk lame story