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my son Blake has always loved the water. He could spend hours just throwing rocks into it.... he would say it at times s-p-l-a-s-h!!!
This is taken in a little village called Brigus, in Newfoundland.
texture by "Playingwithbrushes"
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We had about thirty Ukrainian refugees living in the neighborhood, they created memories for themselves. They planted trees, put up birdhouses, carved wooden figures and were very nice. Now they have moved on.
"The happiest memories are of moments that ended when they should have".
- Robert Breault
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Once upon a time this beach was littered with cobble boats jacked up on wheel axles. All standing ready for local fishermen to head to sea and tend their small nets and pots. Now the beach is empty. As small children we used to play in the boats until we were chased by the fishermen. We also used them as wind breaks when enjoying the beach in the summer months. Yes this beach brings back the memories.
One day on my way home, I met an old lady suffering from senile dementia. She told me that this plant often evokes distant childhood memories.
ある日の帰り道、久しぶりに見かけたおばあさんは認知症が進んでいるようでした。今年も風船蔓を撮らせてもらっていたら、この花を見ると子どもの頃を思い出すと話してくれました。
It's cold here in London, so damn cold. I haven't been out with a camera for what seems like ages. I have good intentions but every morning I look outside at the frost and it doesn't take long for the motivation to completely desert me. Maybe tomorrow...
Meanwhile here's one I prepared earlier. Last summer to be accurate, taken on a little jewel of a 35mm film camera that is just a joy to shoot with.
35mm film photography
Olympus OM2n camera
Olympus Zuiko 50mm f/1.8
Agfa Vista 200 film (expired 2015)
I try to scatter the light so it becomes only tangible
and in the dark I try to hide for the time,
because with aging the dreams are molting and memories fade,
evaporate.
This is why music is my endless desire to you.
This is why my cello hums - very gently and almost inaudibly - on the colours of orange and red.
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Ik probeer het licht zo te verstrooien
dat het alleen nog tastbaar wordt
en in het donker probeer ik me
te verstoppen voor de jagende tijd
omdat bij het ouder worden de dromen vervellen
en de herinneringen vervagen,
verdampen
zo is muziek mijn eindeloos verlangen naar jou,
zo neuriet mijn cello - heel zachtjes en haast onhoorbaar - op de tonen van oranje en rood
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Listen to Jóhann Jóhannsson - Flight From The City
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Ricordare è come buttarsi in una piscina, ma al contrario: il corpo che esce dall’acqua, prima con i piedi, e ritorna nel trampolino.
(Sir Laurence Olivier)
Touch me. It's so easy to leave me all alone with the memory...
In memory of John Edward Haden Sr passed peacefully in his sleep February 18th 2026.
Here with his father Wilfred Charles Haden a WW2 Veteran and a Canadian War Hero to whom this group is dedicated along with his brother Edward.
Please be respectful and honour his passing now reunited with his father Wilfred after bravely fighting his own battle with ill health.
May you rest in peace with Wilfred Edward and the many members of the Haden family who served their country.