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memories about pleasure, you felt like a king, you felt the world was yours and nothing made sense except the moment of ecstasy. This was the real heaven.
Mark of Falworth has fond memories of the annual New Year's ball at the Palace of Lorean. Before the ascension of the evil Queen Galainir, it was a tradition of the Princes of Loreos to hold a fête in anticipation of the new season.
Anyone who was anyone was to be there, dressed in their very best. The Prince was usually in excellent humor during the festivities, happily reminiscing the glorious feats of his knights and armies.
It was a time to remember great events, battles, brave deeds and glorious conquests of times past. But it was also a time to look forward to what adventures and daring exploits the future held. Little did Mark realize how much the world, and his life, would change in the next year...
My entry to my LCC Brawl vs. colobustaco.
Since Mark is in desperate straits in the depths of the shade I thought something from the past would make more sense for the category of New Year's celebration, Roawia-style!
TFVAHAGD! ;)
hello :) ...
how are you guys ? :D
I know it has been a while not seeing me around
I was busy with marriage ( you know ) it's a bit complicated
but it's still nice :$
I'm excepting to have a baby after 2 months
so I want to hear some name suggestions :D .. !
taken by : my lovely wife (L)..
and it's dedicated to her also :) .. !
“Memories are the treasures that we keep locked deep within the storehouse of our souls, to keep our hearts warm when we are lonely.” Becky Aligada
Memory shapes our lives .It builds us as what we are today...Locked into our minds ...some good some not.....infact they are just memories...we rank them "good not not" according to our likes and dislikes...I believe it would be appropriate to classify joys,fears,guilts....also as memories.....
Locked once they never vanish.They do get some rust but never leave the room in which they got once. As time goes on we keep refreshing the good ones and the bad ones keep refreshing themselves....
We catch these moments through our cameras , our eyes, our hands, our hearts and in to our soul...but the ultimate place where they rest is our mind....the most powerful storage where they can reside forever...its just like a lock put on and one has lost the key.....the lock stands there in guard even if it gets rusty...memories do sometimes fade and get rust but to remove them from your life one does not have any key for it...we can pretend that they are not there bt is that right ?
we all are blessed with this awesome power (good ones) and none of us is free from this curse (bad ones) as it appears to us at times but this not a fact. Many of us still remember that first crush in school, the way we used to dress and style our hair...those stupid things we did in our childhood and now when we recall them or some incident refreshes those moments we laugh at ourselves and enjoy those moments... yes they do makes u cry at times as well...but the great thing is that a balance is maintained by the existence of both....
I’m really excited to share that my debut monograph "Collected memories" is now available.
Working towards this book has been a labour of love for the past 5 years and I'm incredibly proud of the result.
The debut monograph by Australian photographer Mark Forbes: Collected memories presents a cohesive blend of carefully composed scenes, from faded interiors and common, relatable spaces, to the romance of our environment being reclaimed by nature. Turning the pages there is a stirring sense of both subtle ordinary beauty and inherent personality sprinkled across each plate. Forbes’ photographic preference, using medium format film, is slow and methodical - and this approach can be felt throughout the quiet pages.
Hardcover book, 300 x 250 mm
112 pages, 57 colour plates
Published by Hatje Cantz
Printed in Berlin, Germany
Editor: Nadine Barth
Book design: Julia Wagner
Cover illustration: Seth J Lally
Alongside the regular edition, there is also a special signed and numbered (/50) artist limited edition of the book with one of two signed and numbered archival giclee prints.
Link to purchase "Collected memories" and the special artist limited edition:
Bajang Ratu gate or also known as the Candi Bajang Ratu is a gate / relic temple in the village of Majapahit Temon, District Trowulan, Mojokerto, East Java.
The building was probably built in the 14th century and is one of the big gate in the heyday of Majapahit. According to the Heritage Preservation Board Mojokerto, temple / gate serves as the entrance to the shrine to commemorate the death of King Jayanegara in Negarakertagama called "back to the world of Vishnu" in 1250 Saka (circa 1328 AD). But actually before his death Jayanegara this temple used as a back door of the kingdom. This conjecture is supported by the relief "Sri Tanjung" and release symbolizes the wings of the gate and up to now in the region has become a cultural Trowulan if required mourn the dead through the back door.
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.
The good or the bad, memories come back to us always. As the time goes by one day, we recall those,or we remember those by chance,they may be bring us happiness , joy , sadness or mysteries.
There may be the day, you are alone in the darkness room ,it may not be the winter but you feel like it's one of the coldest days ever. You can't help , but the bad memories come back to you again , as if it's a nightmare, you are screaming out from your heart as the tear rolling down from your eyes. That time, all you wanna ask for is help, but no one's gonna hear you .but you've cried hard, you wish an angel came to you to rescue for a little while, knowing it'll never happen.<\3
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experimenting a bit.. my lovely sister as a model again :) This week I also hitted 30 000 views!!! Little steps forward :D
Moominland in Midwinter, by Tove Jansson is one of my favourite books. Poor Moomintroll wakes to find everyone else is still hibernating and finding that he is unable to return to sleep, he wanders the cold, desolate landscape looking for things to do. Fortunately he finds some friends and before you know it, the scary landscape is transformed into a wonderful winter playground and they have go on to find Moominmamma's stores of jam!
I imagine this scene is something akin to what Moomintroll must have seen while looking for friends to play with; he may even have sat on that lonely bench, feeling sorry for himself, busy thinking about what to do next.
À force de collectionner les appareils photos Numérique
On se retrouve avec un joli paquet de cartes mémoire.
CompactFlash, SD, Stick, PCMCIA, ATA Card, SmartCard, microdrive XQD etc...
Pour les curieux : www.flickr.com/photos/maoby/albums/72157651212582949
Edycja II #2 Immacola
scraplift of this work: www.flickr.com/photos/czeko/6318795461/sizes/m/in/faves-3...
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