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A memory is what is left when something happens and does not completely unhappen.
Edward de Bono
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“Memory is a way of holding on to the things you love, the things you are, the things you never want to lose.” Kevin Arnold
Location : Punggol Waterpark , Singapore
Sad to learn that this tree 'had is last breath' and it has fallen.
A tribute to this tree which has been a fond subject to many photographer!
This is a shot that I took yesterday during a beautiful warm day .... today, it's miserable and raining!!
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The bombs weaken the structure and this soon collapses. Only the wall lying on the floor remained of the temple. A reflection of the destruction that man is capable of.
A pelo d'acqua
con volo d'albatro accecato
o tra i rovi e la borragine
come il tordo impaurito
in un autunno precoce
An inch from the water.
With a flight of a blinded albatross
or in the brambles and the borage
like a scared thrush
in a premature autumn
Cinzia Rizzo
*Explore/Interestingness*
It is singular how soon we lose the impression of what ceases to be constantly before us.
A year impairs, a luster obliterates.
There is little distinct left without an effort of memory,
then indeed the lights are rekindled for a moment --but who can be sure that
the Imagination is not the torch-bearer?
-Lord Byron
Monarch butterfly from late September.
Believe it or not there are still a couple around.
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He stood there in front of the door, unable to move or think about what to do next. He coldly stared at everything that was lost as his pulse accelerated. Harder beats from his chest subtly swayed him forward and back, with buckling knees below. He balanced his arm on the door frame and anchored his look through the window. All what remains now is a room open to the elements. Any life left of this place resides in the flood of intangible memories pouring through his mind. He did not expect to return home to this.
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“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.
On the husk of my dry eyes I couldn't cry any longer but my memories were billowing.
I could not traverse backwards
to hold the hand that caressed
my cheek as a ghost
but I could sit in the warmth of the sun knowing at one point
we sat together.
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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?
Created for 38th MMM Challenge
image with thanks to VinothChandar
man by Falln-Stock
texture oceansky
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