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Knowlton, Québec, Canada
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The image was taken with a Sony ILCA-77M2, Sigma 18-250 mm
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Your memory is a monster; you forget - it doesn't. It simply files things away. It keeps things for you, or hides things from you - and summons them to your recall with a will of its own. You think you have a memory; but it has you!
John Irving
This is one taken by my grandfather, who would have been 110 today. It was taken in the late 50's and shows my mother with her mum. My grandfather's love of photography is the reason for my love too. I wish I know what camera/film etc he used for this shot. Wonderful memories.
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What is one to say about June, the time of perfect young summer, the fulfillment of the promise of the earlier months, and with as yet no sign to remind one that its fresh young beauty will ever fade. ~Gertrude Jekyll
Aller-retour sur la journée pour un rendez-vous pour mon fiston à la clinique du sport de Bordeaux-Mérignac.
Il y a un couloir d'atterrissage juste à côté de l'établissement.
De merveilleux souvenirs datant de plus de 20 ans sont apparus...
Souvenirs des 7 années passées à travailler à l'aéroport de Bordeaux-Mérignac.
A cette époque, il y avait les vols d'Air France, Air Inter, U.T.A., Lufthansa et Swissair...
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still feels like yesterday...can remember the time.....i stepped out from the plane n..saw the smiling face ..the long drive home...totally a new place
but yet it was wonderful...the darkness so thrilling...the headlights of the vehicle..showing only the path...the small hut ..the joalifathi
the smiling faces of ur friends..as they welcomed me to the barbecue that midnight..for the first time i ate sitting in a tree trunk in the middle of a road..was treated like a queen..the ride to the beach..n the passionate kiss..the house with lots of trees..aaaaah the house.. ......
together we shared..i learnt to cook...surprising meals..when u went to fish..n the night u woke me after the barbecue..n sat there as i had dinner.. watching me.. the ride to the show ..the fast speedy ride
with ur friends n their wives..its there like yesterday..sooo fresh in my mind..wished that i could freeze the time ...beg it to stop..m keepin on rewinding.....only the memories..a movie which still has not ended ....
...now as i write this ..ur still there..sleeping so peacefully with no idea as 2 what m doin
n me ..with no idea as to why ur here with me now
in the first place :-O
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Holiday Sweden
Ekshärad , juni 2025
JOHAN TINGLÖF. Legendarische klokkenmaker, geboren in 1751, overleden in 1812. Van Tinglöf werd gezegd dat hij bovennatuurlijke krachten bezat, waardoor hij overwicht had op mens en dier. Hij bouwde de torenklok van de kerk op 21-jarige leeftijd en zette zijn handtekening op meer dan 400 bewaard gebleven staande klokken. Als gevolg van zijn verzet tegen de parochieheren werd hij uit het dorp verbannen en stierf hij verarmd in het Stakberg-huisje in het bos. Volgens de legende zou hij over de torenklok hebben gezegd: "Als ik sterf, zal hij stoppen". Ondanks verschillende pogingen na Tinglöfs dood is het niemand gelukt de klok weer aan de praat te krijgen.
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JOHAN TINGLÖF. Legendary clockmaker born 1751, died 1812. Tinglöf was said to be imbued with supernatural powers which gave him ascendancy over human-beings and animals. He built the church´s steeple clock at the age of 21 years and put his signature to over 400 preserved grandfather clocks. As a result of his defiance against the parish overlords, he was banished from the village and died impoverished in Stakberg cottage in the forest. According to legend he was quoted to have said about the steeple clock “when I die, it will stop”. Despite several attempts following Tinglöf´s death, nobody has succeeded in re-starting the clock.
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Here's to the ones that we got
Cheers to the wish you were here, but you're not
'Cause the drinks bring back all the memories
Of everything we've been through
Toast to the ones here today
Toast to the ones that we lost on the way
'Cause the drinks bring back all the memories
And the memories bring back, memories bring back you
There's a time that I remember, when I did not know no pain
When I believed in forever, and everything would stay the same
Now my heart feel like December when somebody say your name
'Cause I can't reach out to call you, but I know I will one day, yeah
Everybody hurts sometimes
Everybody hurts someday, aye aye
But everything gon' be alright
Go and raise a glass and say, aye
342/365
Today's advent calendar door contained a memory with pictures from the past year :)
Yesterday I also took a picture, but I didn't like it that much, so the upload for day 341 just stays off :)
Memoris of freedom. Now travel is restricted, it's good to look back to the memories in pictures in 2019, the last year of freedom. We never thought of that. It will never be the same again ever, as my personal conviction goes. Normality will never come back, call me pessimistic and KJ all you like but face the truth and don't be too damn to look continually at your rose coloured glasses. Or unless you take the snake bite you feel a bit secure, but not when you know there's dead witch concoction snake venom in that which pierced you skin. I'm not getting it.
1 Cor 3:16 -17
" Do you not know that you yourselves are God’s temple, and that God’s Spirit dwells in you? 17If anyone destroys God’s temple, God will destroy him; for God’s temple is holy, and you are that temple..."
This Lego wedding cake holds two big memories for me. Growing up, my best friend from grade school and I played with Legos all the way into our college years. As you can likely tell, these are the classic Legos before they came out with the themed kits. This cake reminds me of my childhood friend and the good times we had together.
He was the Best Man in my wedding and used his collection of Legos to build this cake to present to my wife and I on our rehearsal dinner night. This cake is also a lasting memory and symbol of our wedding day and marriage.
This cake has been on display in our home every day for the last 34 years (35 years this November).
Shot for Smile on Saturday! :-), Full of Memories
This Farm Reminds Me Of A 3rd Grade Class Trip I Was On. The Teacher, Mrs Irving Asked Everyone What Sounds We Had Heard At The Farm.
Billy Perkins said, "Moooo"
Susie Clapper said, "Baaaaa"
Jimmy Wilson said, "Quack Quack"
When She Asked Me, I Said The Sound I Heard Was The Farmer Shouting, "Get Off That Fuckin' Tractor!"
The day I was leaving Lisbon, I returned to this alley with the clippings to shoot it with a different film. I was pleasantly shocked to find so many clothes on it. :-)
Memories
Elaine Paige
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
Burnt out ends of smoky days
The stale cold smell of morning
A streetlamp dies; another night is over
Another day is dawning
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.
Another dark, moody but stunning morning out in my beautiful home county of Kerry, Ireland, just before New Year. This location is called Lough Gill, and its hidden away behind a little village called Castlegregory. Talking to my family and friends who have lived all of their lives in Kerry, most were unaware that this place existed. Went here twice during my trip, the first was with my brother Aidan, and the second was with a great friend, who had travelled all the way down from Waterford, to do this shoot with me. Thank you for a great morning out Breda, both to you and your lovely sister. It was great to catch up with you.
Hope you like "Memories"
Cheers, Mike
— with Breda Hennessy Duggan
This little tree of life coming from the dead stump reminded me of the tree we photographed at Fairy Lake on Vancouver Island. Although this may not be the most photographed tree in the world, it certainly was worthy of my attention. It not only reminded me of the great memories from the island visit but it was a reminder that new beginnings can happen in the most unlikely places sometimes. This was a scene on our recent camping trip last week. Happy Tree-mendous Tuesday!
Sherry was a tomcat who basically only came once a year and always brought a good appetite with him. Nobody knew where he came from, perhaps he had travelled a long way...
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Boyhood series is a narrative visual confession which maps both personal and mediated experiences. Boyhood is a time in our life when we begin to discover ourselves through inner dialogues and explore our self identity. We connect with everything around us, begin to discover and close in on ourselves. We create isolated places where we feel safe from all the hustle and bustle around us. Even so, a form of alienation can be poetically and visually beautiful. I offer the viewer a look at the emotionally unfinished stories. I create images that appear to be stills from a film as untold stories. What led to this situation and what will happen next is a question for all of us, which I am looking for an answer to.
Bronze Memories
HDR 7 scatti
Fotocamera: Nikon D700
Aperture: f/8
Shutter Speed: 1/60 s
Lente: 24 mm
ISO: 200
Exposure Bias: 0 EV
Flash: Off, Did not fire
Lens: Nikkor AF-S FX 14-24mm f/2.8G ED
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2018, Shinjuku, Tokyo, when life was good, things were fun and simple, and there was no virus to ruin the day.
''sen ne ''zaman'' kendin olacaksın biliyor musun?
kendin olmaktan korkmadığın ''zaman'',
hayal gücün hafızanı aştığı ''zaman'',
''zaman''a karşı koyabildiğin
zaman...''
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aralık 2015/Özlem
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You know when you'll be yourself? When you're not afraid of being yourself. When the imagination is more than memory. If you could stand against the time...
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LEE big stopper
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LEE 0.9 Graduated Neutral Density Filter( HARD)
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200sec
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EF 16-35MMF/2.8L II USM
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Canon 5d mark III
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Another version of "Blue Dawn" in mono! I don't like posting 2 versions but think with this they are so different and both work well for different reasons.
The noticeboard in my hallway serves to jog my memory - without it I am struggling to figure out what day it is!
It is constantly changing - added to and taken away ... Full of tempting notices, postcards and all sorts of other jolly things!
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"Memory is a way of holding onto the things you love,
the things you are, the things you never want to lose."
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Have a good time!!!
This month is about to break a record in my area. So far zero hours of sunshine (and there is little chance for change until NYE). If you share a similar fate simply enjoy the picture just to remember what natural light looks like. Moorlands between Blavand and Fejers Strand in August, Jylland, Denmark.