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last day of work at job no1 due to restructuring. so this view, this office, and the company will only be memory from now on...
done for this week's theme: memory (39/52).
september 27, 2013
Listening to the Blade Runner soundtrack today and this one seemed to dig in and touch home. Music really must be the main artery to the soul. From the most hardened criminal to the smallest child, play their favorite piece of music and watch them melt and cry or dance or maybe even just jump up and down. This one's worth a listen... From Vangelis.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Cg0cmhjdiLs
tech:
Minolta XG-1
Zykkor! 35-135 Auto zoom
Fuji Superia 800 color negative film
Thacher State Park NY
Levels and color adjustment with Picasa.
35mm negative scan.
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Alan Donley was one of those people who left a strong impression. It was impossible to meet this man and not be struck by a sense of his presence. He seemed larger than life, both physically and in terms of his personality and charisma. He left an impression on everyone he met and left you grateful that you had an association with him. The village was saddened to learn of his death recently. It seemed he had always been here and that he always would be. Alan's life intersected with so many others, and I've heard some touching recollections and reflections on his passing. The death of an elderly person sometimes presents us a conflict. We know that people cannot live forever, but still mourn the passing. As we grow older the sadness is compounded by the sense of inevitability as people we shared our lives with begin to leave us. That's one of those things I try not to let bother me, but times like this make it more difficult.
Alan had suffered from a heart condition that somewhat limited his ability to get around in recent years. I recalled one of the last times I photographed him was during the Memorial Day observance at the local cemetery back in 2014. There I found Alan seated on a block landscape wall adjacent to the speaker's podium. It was a lovely spring day, late in May, blue skies and green leaves, and a gentle breeze. Absolutely idyllic. And there was Alan, replete with his massive white beard, and plaid shirt with characteristic suspenders, taking it all in. It was one of those photos I instinctively take at events like these simply because they capture the feeling of a moment. Today I found myself back in the cemetery, dressed in heavy winter gear to ward off the morning chill. The surroundings frozen, snow covered, and absolutely devoid of anyone except me. As I approached the block wall I remembered the day I photographed Alan sitting here. Coming up on six years but it alternately feels much less and much more. I pause to contemplate the scene as it appears before me. The seasons have changed and the years have passed but it appears otherwise exactly the same now as it did then. I took up a position about 15 feet from the wall in an attempt to recompose my original photo. Just 15 feet in distance but it feels like looking back in time. It's simply not possibly to gauge the significance your photos will have as time passes.
“Our memories of the ocean will linger on, long after our footprints in the sand are gone.”
--Anonymous
dedicated to the people of Japan , who have to rebuild their lives after another devastating earthquake
“ I’m walking alone through this isolated wasteland. Alone. Only me and the loneliness. A G-36, a MP3 player and a pair of mags: all I got.
Two weeks since that fucking day ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=2z7D4eRD6Cs ) . We were ten and now… God, it was awful. They appeared from nowhere, surprising us. We hadn’t time enough to react. All we could do was keeping the finger on the trigger and shooting them. It wasn’t enough. For each one we killed, two more arrived. Running, hiding and shooting we were falling. My mates shouted and I couldn’t do anything, I was impotent. One of them reached me; a pretty scar from it was given to me.
Now I’m listening to music, searching for a scope or a silencer, or whatever useful thing I can find. ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=2VlEdZyJMjU )
One moment….what the hell is that noise….?
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Fuck…
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Seems to be a difficult time in 3, 2, 1…”
Credit to Cap.Psycho for the special tap and Worlock for the letters and bio-sign. Enjoy
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This old bus has some unique passengers, The Hulk, Captain America, Raggedy Anne and Andy, Buzz Lightyear, Woody, Batman and Rex the Dinosaur. Picture taken in Branson Missouri at the World's Largest Toy Museum.
Hopefully more times like this.....but if not, this will be a Treasured memory.
This is a rare photo of my wife in a dress, taken on the last night of the Northern Concord "Summer Party". I lived as a woman for 3 consecutive days...Truly awesome, as was the event and the people I met. Truly a Treasured memory.
Filipa, 3 days!
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قَد نتعجَ’ـب مٍن شَخص
مَرٍح , بشُوٍش , مُبتَسِم , مٌتفآئِل
كٍل صٍفآت السعَآدَه بٍ ظَنٍنآ أنَه يَمتَلٍكهآ
وَ
بٍ الصُدفَه , ومِن دوُن سآبٍق انذآر
نَجٍد دَفتَر يختَص بٍ ذآك الشخص
قَد نٌقش علًىـآ خآرجٍه
(يآجروحٍي برآ ثنآيآ هـَ الورًق لآ تبوحٍي )
واَسفَل تٍلك الجمله ايضا وكأنه تَحذٍير !
( مًمنٌوع القرآءه ) !
بٍ كٌل فضول نفتَح اول ورقة خرٍيف قد احتضنهآ الهَم دآخل تٍلك الريآح اللتي تحتضنهآ تٍلك السطوُر
أول صفحَه /
عآصفة هَم قَد التحفهآ ذآك الشخص بٍ تآريخ كذآ وكذآ في يوم الاثنين من هذه السنه
أستفهآم وعدة تعجب يحوي ملامحنآ
صفحَةِ أُخرى
طَيف أبتسآمه قَد خذلهًآ القدر بٍ صدمَه هدَمت جميع تلك البشَآشه بٍ تآريخ كذآ وكذآ في يوم الثلاثآء من هذه السنه
يالله ولمَ كل ذآك !
صفحة من وسط تلك السطور اللتي تشتعل هم , وتُخمد هروبٍ من الموآقع بٍ مهدءآت تنقلهآ إلى كوآبيس تُميت كل الأحلام الجميله
ربآآه كل ذلك فٍي روح ذلك الشخص لطفك ربي !
صفحة أخرى في يوم كذآ وكذآ يوم الاحد من هذه السنه
انهيآر حيثُ لا وقوف لآ احتوآء لآ ابتسآمه
رحمآك ربٍي كل ذآك !
تنويه | |
كُل مبتَسٍم لآ يعنٍي انه سعٍيد
وكل بشٌوش لآيعني انَه قد خلت دنيآه من الدموع
فَ حتما هنآك أًقنعَه مجبُورينَ على ارتدآئهآ
لآتعنٍي بٍ أننآ منآفقون | لآ
فقط حتى ـآ يُطلق علينآ بشر طبيعيون , وحتَى عن انكسآرنآ لآتعلمُون
ثمة أٌنآس تترَقَب سقوطٍنآ , وثمة أنآس ليس لدٍيهُم القوه لٍرؤيتنآ بٍ هذه الصورة المبروزه بلآ سعآده
فَ رفقنآ بمن نحبهٌم , وقهراَ لمن يتربقون
نظل نرتدي تلك الأقنعه .
همسه |!
الابٍتسآمه لاتعنٍي السعآده
ليس بِ شرط نمُوت لكٍي نثبت لٍ الدنيآ اننآ نتألم
ولآ تًعنٍي الدموع اننآ تُعسآء
فَ احيآن من الوقت الظلام يعني رآحة لٍ سكون أروآحنآ إلى النوم
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So much of our past disappears with no trace. So much of what we do is forgotten in a minute. So much of what we remember is just a tiny moment in a whole lifetime. Every so often our memories come back to us. And this morning my father presented me with a shoe box with some toys of mine from the early 1960's. It's a beautiful thing to be reminded of toys from so far back. Just the feel and texture of them brought memories flooding back. More treasures in a little box to go with memories I am creating today. Ones I intend to keep.
She passed away yesterday. We were happy with her for 15 years. Her name Sumi comes from charcoal in Japanese.
EXPLORED. Many thanks for your faves and comments.
Particularly your condolences and warm words are really helpful to ease my sadness. Thank you so much for your kind words.
Yasu
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