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Textured photo.
Minehead train station,Somerset.
Two elderly people admire the steam trains.
Both held hands & i could tell the era of steam trains held special memories for them both.
September 2011.
Alamut Region, Qazvin Province, Iran
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A New Day ....never forget the past ...but move toward something fresh and positive...be kind to others...be kind to yourself....the world awaits. ..,
..Toward the Light ..Toward the Future & ..Towards a Better World.
― Kevin Haggith
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Vangelis - Memories of Green, Released 1980
Knowlton, Québec, Canada
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The year was 1970! Bob and I "tied the knot" in our hometown of Manchester, TN. After finishing college, we followed jobs around Tennessee, Wisconsin, Indianapolis, and finally to our current home in Central Iowa.
Fast forward, in two days, we are saying goodbye to Iowa and returning to our roots in Manchester! I suppose this is the last sweet dish I will cook in this sweet home we've inhabited for almost three decades! We've raised our two younger children in Iowa as the two older ones were ready for college, as we left Tennessee in 1993.
What I will miss about Iowa? Of course, the people, beautiful farmlands, the Iowa State Fair, tasty tacos and corn on the cob, bike trails, the downtown jazz club, outstanding public libraries and medical facilities, and the karaoke scene! For over twenty years, our family has been involved in karaoke around the area. We will miss the fellowship with friends and the music! Dressing up for Halloween, Christmas ugly sweater parties, and Derby parties has been a real hoot!!! We cherish the memories and the pictures!
Living in Iowa for these past twenty seven years has been a joy. Soon, we leave with teary eyes.
We will be back to Iowa for visits! We have sweet little grandkids to check on, their parents, and great friends. And maybe we will need to go to the Iowa State Fair some more! I'll be missing your corn dogs!
Yet another from the archives: a view along Cowgate to Cowgatehead from George IV Bridge in Edinburgh in the fall of 2018
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 old church hall has been turned into living accommodation. If buildings had soul it would have many memories.
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.
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 :)
Shinning brightly over the rest. A unique, kind and loving man and one who was like my extra Dad.
Mike, a very long time friend died at the end of June, but for some reason, I didn't get Julie's email telling me. She emailed me about something else and then replied telling me the news, yesterday evening.
A wonderful father to their 3 children and a great Granddad to their 7 grandchildren. Plus a wonderful extra Dad to me.
Julie and Mike are the friends that often came over to visit us either here or where we used to live. They last visited in September 2018.
Will miss you Mike. ♥
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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 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. :-)
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