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This was a beautiful build by Allan Corbeil and Dave Guedes. I loved all the street-level details, especially the streetlights and traffic lights.
of Bahman Farzad (January 1, 1944 - July 8, 2016). May the serenity, inspiration, and perfection of Bahman's work live on challenging us to make our world a brighter place in which to live. From portraits to lotus flower blooms - always mesmerizing. He was a Flickr member who shared his internationally-acclaimed work, along with the EXIF data, and took time to provide an occasional comment of affirmation to fellow photographers. This image was back in my archives but I wanted to find one that was "bright." So this pink tulip is posted in memory of Bahman Farzad.
“My grief lies all within,
And these external manners of lament
Are merely shadows to the unseen grief
That swells with silence in the tortured soul”
William Shakespeare quotes (English Dramatist, Playwright and Poet, 1564-1616)
A nikon shot taken by Matthew and edited by me using the iPhone app Snapseed. See more of my spin on Matthews shot here.
The memory can be a powerful thing. it's how we learn and grow and is a huge part of what defines us as individuals.
Its so powerful that memories we no longer have access to, a past long forgotten to our concious self, can have the power determine the course of lives. Pain long forgotten can stop us taking risks, can cripple our confidence or even set us on a path of destruction.
it can however, push us in the opposite direction, push us to achieve, to excel, to be more that we were, where we came from and who we were told we would become.
A huge thanks to my husband and kids for helping me squish barefoot in the mud on a freezing cold day, so that i could be a ghost and extra thanks to lili for getting her hands all muddy for the shot... i know how hard that was for ya ;-D
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the teleidoscope-memory
ODC-begins with P (past)
scavenge challenge-18. Depict something mythological or legendary in an image. (ghost/spirit)
(...)
Burnt out ends of smoky days
The still cold smell of morning
A street lamp dies ,another night is over
Another day is dawning
Touch me,
It is so easy to leave me
All alone with the memory
Of my days in the sun
If you touch me,
Youll understand what happiness is
Look, a new day has begun...(...)
[Memory-B.Streisand]
اه ياليت الزمن يرجع
.. احلى شئ في الحياة ذكرياتي
هبالنا
تسجيلاتنا الصوتية
مغامرات .. افلام.. صورنا
الهدايا
صديقاتي
العيديات
من جد كل شئ كان حلو
تذكرت شئ
قبل فترة قاعدة اسمع لتسجيلاتي المدري وش احس فيها
ومن بينها
تخيلو مسوية مقابلة مع شغالتنا
ياحبيلها معطيتنا وجهه
..
سؤال مني وسؤال من اختي
عايشين جوو المقابلات من قلب
এখনও ছাদের ঘরে আলতা পায়ের ছাপে
চিত্রনাট্য যেন সাজানো সিঁড়ির ধাপে
নাছোড়বান্দা স্মৃতি সাদা আর কালো জুড়ে ......
( Room on the rooftop still
Bears marks of red-dyet feet
A screenplay stands ready
On the stairway discreet
Memories persist on and on
In black and white prolonged.........)
(I lived in and roamed the streets and sites of Beijing for three years before moving to Yunnan. The photographic focus there was a world away from the present - more cultural than biological.)
In the event of fire…..
Since their construction in ancient times, fire has been a constant risk for China’s multitude of timber temples and palaces; a risk that still exists today.
Beihai Park, Beijing, China
see comments for additional image…..
My Tumblr blog, SINOPHILE, features photo series and images from my China (non-insect) portfolio.
Yesterday I made the drive up to Kentucky to see my brother and his family. This is a photo of them looking at old family photos while I was there.
I've been slowly scanning old prints to create an archive of my Dad's side of the family as well as our own immediate household growing up. The entire collection stands at 800+ scanned images, plus an assortment of newer digital photos.
I've already got a big start on scanning and organizing photos from my Mom's side of the family, and hope to pull that collection together soon. Of course these things are an ongoing story, but I wanted to make sure my nieces and nephews have a record of where they came from.