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We went out for the first time with our daughter Iyana for a walk around Rotterdam, of course, with the camera in tow. We live relatively close to the city hall where a lot of weddings happen and more often than not, there are usually fancy "wedding" type cars with fancily clad chauffeurs awaiting the impending nuptials. On such an occasion, we noticed an older couple walking by holding hands, looking nostalgically at the ceremony. Made for a nice scene :) managed to catch the driver's red pants sticking out of the car while he was waiting...
On a side note, my love for prime lenses continues to sore...took this with the cheap 50mm...starting to feel like a tilt-shift when opened wide :) loving it!
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Shot details:
3 subsequent bracketed handheld shots using: Canon 5D Mark III; Canon 50mm f/1.8 II
Post processing:
1. Lightroom for initial fixups,
2. Merged in HDRefex
3. Tweaked (colors, sharpness and so forth) in Photoshop CS6
4. Finally did a little more processing (vignetting and temp and so forth again in Lightroom)
“There are memories that time does not erase... Forever does not make loss forgettable, only bearable.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Heavenly Fire
Macro Mondays: As long as it ticks
Happy Macro Monday everyone!
I remember how we girls back then at 80´s collected and traded these glossy scrap pictures ( not sure what they are called in english ..) I still have three albums and love to look at them every now and then. Albums are old but still in one piece :)
This location in this picture is very important to me on a deep personal level. As many of you know I have mental health issues which I am receiving ongoing therapy for. There was a day, just like this one, where I found myself here, all alone with my thoughts. I sat in my car feeling thoroughly hopeless when I accidentally switched on the radio and this song had only just begun, but my oh my, it didn't half strike a chord for me. This song, this location I have discovered brings me a feeling of hope. I hope you like it.
Midnight
Not a sound from the pavement
Has the moon lost her memory?
She is smiling alone
In the lamplight, the withered leaves collect at my feet
And the wind begins to moan
Memory
All alone in the moonlight
I can smile at the old days
I was beautiful then
I remember the time I knew what happiness was
Let the memory live again
Every streetlamp seems to beat a fatalistic warning
Someone mutters, and a streetlamp gutters,
And soon it will be morning.
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 smokey days
The stale cold smell of morning
The 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
I've been so busy travelling, photographing weddings and being a doctor that I haven't found much time to upload my street photographs.
Here's one from the winter, where the kids from the nearby slum sat around the fire to beat the winter chills.
Hillview H/S, Chittagong.
Strong memory on Vaclav Square in Prague. Jan Palach was student of history and political economy of the Faculty of Arts of Charles University, who sacrificed his life to protest against the suppression of freedoms and passive public access after the occupation of Czechoslovakia by the armies of the Warsaw Pact.
Ovvero:
Ricordi persi nella riflessione.
Ovvero:
Magari le cose fossero sempre come non crediamo che siano.
I found this picture in my laptop today. Really old. It's one of the really first pictures before I started to go deeply in photography.
It's the one, for memory.
Why this memory, and not that one?
Why the short term, and the long?
Why the foreground, and not the background?
Why do so few come along?
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
Copyright © Assandri Michele
E allora eccomi qui adesso resto per un po’ da solo meglio così io per il mondo oggi non ci sono e voglio restare con me stesso a pensare se solo adesso mi fermo ancora mi sembra di sognare una foto coi miei attrae il mio sguardo in quello scatolone ricordo sai era la mia prima comunione un caldo infernale un pranzo con poche persone quel vestito nuovo rotto poi giocando a pallone e ancora eccole qui tra mille foto impolverate vedo così le mie emozioni immortalate troppi ricordi momenti incancellabili mentre una lacrima disegna un solco tra i miei brividi guarda mio padre coi baffi siamo nei settanta quel pancione mia madre lo porta assai contenta le foto alle elementari in bianco e nero e a colori guarda questa non ci credo a me lo sai sembra ieri...
Cerco su ogni volto un ricordo e sembra che il tempo non sia mai trascorso e un brivido chiude lo stomaco rimango incredulo e so che le emozioni non muoiono mai...
Vedo gente con noi persa lungo questo mio cammino giuro che mai avrei riconosciuto quel bambino e che cambiamenti tra gli amici e parenti con le mie pettinature quando stavo sui venti mi fermo un attimo qui o meglio mi si ferma il cuore quando a un tratto così ritrovo il primo grande amore resto senza parole sai che eri bellissima guardando dietro c’è un cuore due frecce ed una dedica \"Staremo insieme per sempre tu sei la mia vita\" e un sorriso innocente per poi com’è andata troppo distanti ma troppo simili sono i tuoi occhi a suggerirmelo qui non hai alibi ritrovo serenità quando rivivo quei momenti in tutta sincerità anni rivisti in pochi istanti guarda questa è l’arena ero a vedere Vasco la metto sul comodino accompagnerà questo mio testo...
Cerco su ogni volto un ricordo e sembra che il tempo non sia mai trascorso e un brivido chiude lo stomaco rimango incredulo e so che le emozioni non muoiono mai...
E non so se sorridere io non so cosa può succedere so che voglio vivere fermando il tempo e guardarlo in un fotoricordo... E in sottofondo mettere buona musica questa la voglio me la stacco dalla pagina è la più vecchia c’è tutta la comitiva sembra persino che anche il sole sorrida quanto sembriamo diversi sempre gli stessi alcuni si sono persi ma noi ci siamo ancora e allora scatta subito così per sempre avremo accanto il nostro pubblico...
Cerco su ogni volto un ricordo e sembra che il tempo non sia mai trascorso e un brivido chiude lo stomaco rimango incredulo e so che le emozioni non muoiono mai.
(Gemelli diversi - Foto ricordo)
EXPLORE #488
Pls don't post here any group invite, glitter text or stuff like that.
Do not mind the face... hahah. this was an experiment.
me and my dad had been talking and he told me about taking photos with different shadows.
this is how it turned out.
it's also not cold out, its not December.
xoxo
The view looking back while ascending Lingmoor Fell for the very first time. Below, near the walk's starting point, is Blea Tarn House, on the right is Side Pike, on the left Kettle Crag and in the distance Langdale Fell.
The clouds indicate this will not be a completely dry walk. Intermittent showers but a fantastic time spent discovering a portion of the Lake District.
Personally, I would rather be walking the fells than driving the back roads in the Lake District. :-)
Best viewed Large (L)
Memories of the moment England won the World Cup last year have to keep me going at these difficult times. I know it was white ball cricket, but I have only got red ones!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO SHIRLENE and her twin, SHERMAE
I've knew them since we were seven, and i became best friends with shirlene when we were eleven. those days were the greatest days I treasure the most.
Elderly lady dreams of lost first love, a WWII soldier
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Created for Rubys Wax Lyrical Challenge 9
"Hello darkness, my old friend,
I've come to talk with you again,
Because a vision softly creeping,
Left its seeds while I was sleeping,
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence."
SIMON & GARFUNKEL The Sound of Silence