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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.........)
A favourite from the archives, and a typical look of Ariel's. She was a one-off, a unique little girl. She used to run and shelter here under the balcony eaves, if naughty Hann stalked her, or when the sun was too strong. Ariel was hit by a car, on April 17th, 2012.
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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
The telephone bench from Bloom inspired this post. Every once and a while you come across something that spurs deep memories and this bench was that for me. My grandma and most other ladies of her generation had a telephone bench prominently set in their home. That was the inspiration for this photo, a modern recreation of my grandma's home.
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(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
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My Tumblr blog, SINOPHILE, features photo series and images from my China (non-insect) portfolio.
Dukke fra min barndom med hjemmesyet tøj af min mor.
This is a doll from my childhood, with homemade clothes that my mother made for me.
1960'erne
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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.
At work today I had the opportunity to tell our families story about the loss of one of the most fantastic people I’ve ever been graced to know. My mama is surely missed today as much as the day she left this earth in 1995. As I’m leaving work after talking about what happened I spotted a small patch of moss hanging from the tree. I must say it was a huge surprise to me. Moss does not grow this far north and it reminds me so much of mama and of my home state. I usually say sand is in my blood but seeing that moss today made me realize it is the moss…so beautiful. Florida life is different and if you haven’t ventured that far south you should. The people are laid back and the sun is hot. It is the place I feel most at home and probably will all my life. Just a little remembering tonight, the moss made me do it =)
Mala - Ancient Memories
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Nikon AF-S NIKKOR 200-400mm f/4G ED VR II
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Note: Night photo using streetlight as illumination source
The thistle is gone from the meadows now, but I still have golden memories.
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Finally the house takes flight, memories drift away...
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I have very early childhood memories of my Dad's oil can. Why? I have no idea. But I can tell you that I do not ever recall a time when this oil can wasn't present in my Dad's workbench, wherever it was that he lived. He had a small work room in a house we lived in Tujunga, which is where my earliest memories are from, and I can recall clearly the oil can sitting on the shelf above the workbench. There was a workbench in the garage of the house we moved into in Sunland when I was in elementary school, and there again I remember the oil can on the shelf. When we moved to Yreka when I was middle school age, I helped my father build a garage workbench out of the old cabinets we tore out of the kitchen, and on the garage window sill was the spot for the oil can. As an adult, I remember my Dad building workbenches in each of the homes in which he lived, and the oil can was always present. This oil can is at least 50 years old, and still functions perfectly. As an adult, I have personally gone through four or five oil cans, as they simply wear out, or quit working, or start leaking, or something. An oil can is a simple, messy, but necessary tool, which is easily lost or forgotten or not noticed. My Dad is gone now, and it's not like this old oil can was anything special or precious to him. Still, I keep it handy, even though my workbench area is not nearly as nice as any of Dad's were. It's just a little reminder of him and his life, and of simple memories that last a long time.
Memory is like patches of sunlight in an overcast valley, shifting with the movement of the clouds. Now and then the light will fall on a particular point in time, illuminating it for a moment before the wind seals up the gap, and the world is in shadows again.
― Twan Eng Tan