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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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sunrise: looking back to great memories in Iceland
Sonnenaufgang: auf schöne Erinnerungen in Island zurückschauen
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.
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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.
A small log — silent traveler — carries memories of distant lands, beyond the maps, shaped by wind, water, and time.
Ruins of an old stone house out in the wooded countryside near Monato, South Australia.
I don't have any more information on this building.
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...
Hot Colors
This work is based upon and abstracted further of a painting of mine with the same name.
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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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