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As I was cleaning up this morning I found my mother's beloved 4711 Cologne (Echt Koelnish Wasser).
Just opening the bottle, the light beautiful delicate scent immediately brought back memories of my mother, my childhood. The love I felt for my mother and this scent on her was overwhelming....and for that split moment I felt her presence and how close we were in those happier times.
Amazing how scent can evoke memories of the past. The people, the moment, the emotions and all that is attached to this scent. I do hope you have pleasant memories too.
What is your special scent that evokes such strong emotions?
Addit: Oh I love all your stories so far. See how wonderful the sense of smell is.
My two daughters always says to me....oh Mum that perfume bottle always reminds me of Nan. They loved that scent on their Nan as well. This too will stay with them forever.
Wonder if they will relate my Dior J'adore to me one day ?
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It had been a while since I experienced snow in the winter. A recent trip to the Sierras brought back memories of snowy winters spent on the East Coast, helped me recharge my batteries and provided me a much needed chance to dust the cobwebs off of my cameras. The snow covered landscapes were such a joy! In this scene, shot with my DJI Mini 3 pro, I was drawn by the contrast of the white snow on the ground against the warm light of the setting sun shining on the tree tops on the side of the mountains
all my best memories,
come back clearly to me,
some can even make me cry..
just like before
it's yesterday once more..
-carpenters
NJ Transit GP40PH-2B 4204 brings a westbound over the now dormant WR draw. This photo was taken on September 12, 2002 and in a little over a week no more trains would run through here.
Photo taken by Carl Perelman.
Burning Bad Memories
HDR 7 scatti
Fotocamera: Nikon D700
Aperture: f/8
Shutter Speed: 1/4 s
Lente: 24 mm
ISO: 200
Exposure Bias: 0 EV
Flash: Off, Did not fire
Lens: Nikkor AF-S FX 24-70mm f/2.8 G ED
Happy birthday Flickr, thanks for making us possible to share our memories and best moments in life!
...of our time in Albuquerque. Sandra Dee was with us, even though she didn't get her picture taken there. Her photo is in Las Vegas, New Mexico. This is the only time that I felt like taking any photos yesterday. (and didn't really feel like it then! BUT didn't want to miss a photo a day!) Woke up sick on the morning that we had to drive 8 hours in the car! LONGEST car trip...ever! Not fun to be riding when you feel sick to your stomach! UGH! Still feeling weird this morning...but better than yesterday!!
My grandchildren would probably not know what to make of this graffiti-covered empty pay phone shell, a ghost of something that was once a part of everyday life. Cell phones have taken over to such an extent that a generation already exists that has not seen or experienced a pay phone.
I wondered about all the life experiences that were shared at this phone booth - experiences trivial and significant, happy and sad, unforgettable and quickly forgotten.
Seeing this relic on Toronto's River Street started me thinking about other aspects of life that were very familiar to me but will be unknown to my grandchildren. Examples are many but video rental stores and phone answering machines came to mind immediately.
You can probably think of many other vanishing memories - victims of our rapidly-changing world.
F.Y.I.
"By agreement with the landlord, either the phone company pays rent for the location and keeps the revenue, or the landlord pays rent for the phone and shares the revenue. Payphones are often found in public places to contribute to the notion of universal access to basic communication services." (Wikipedia)
'We rarely forget that which has made a deep impression on our minds'
When I move...I don't want to forget the greenness. My memory has never been very good but I remember the colors of my life. They influenced me today.
Oh, so does anyone have instagrid? I'm just starting to get into it!(It's a love hate relationship. I feel that goes without saying for us photographers!!) I'm going to try to put a little more effort into it. As of now it's just various candids of my life.
Be my friend on FB? :)
The photograph captures a dune that once existed. Though I revisited the location years later, the scene was gone, reshaped by nature's hand.
I start to think purpose of the universe. Perhaps once memory collected, its meaning dissipated just like the sands.
Hay recuerdos que se borran con la edad como la niebla a la realidad,
tú ayúdame a recordarte si con el tiempo te llego a olvidar. [ 3a y 1m tQ.♥ ]
There are memories that fade with age as the fog to reality
you help me remember if over time you get to forget.
Il ya des souvenirs qui s'estompent avec l'âge comme le brouillard à la réalité
vous m'aider à me rappeler si le temps vous arrivez à oublier.
A couple is creating memories that may be recollected long after.
(The above shot is dedicated to my counterpart with whom I have made many such memories)
there's a bit of a story behind this one, so bear with me ... recently on a fun-filled flickrwalk to yosemite, we were all lined up on a bridge waiting for the clouds to clear so we could get some images of the evening sun on the face of half dome ... the clouds never cleared but i kept looking over to yosemite falls and kept thinking something was so familiar about it ... i finally walked over to the parking lot and started looking thru the viewfinder and took a couple of shots of the upper falls just for the heck of it ... all the way home i was still trying to figure out just why i bothered with this shot ... the composition isn't the greatest, and in some ways it's kinda blah, and it's been bugging me ...
the other day a cousin called me and we talked for awhile and got talking about an aunt and uncle we used to visit, and it hit me!! ... the room i stayed in when i visited them had a picture almost just like this on the wall next to the bed i used to sleep in when visiting them ... i would fall asleep staring at in, almost hearing the roar of the falls ... so, here is the image with a bit of textures and some orton tossed about here and there to represent that picture my uncle took with his old folding camera ... thanks for the memories unc!