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Memory can glean, but can never renew. It brings us joys faint as is the perfume of the flowers, faded and dried, of the summer that is gone ~ Henry Ward Beecher
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.
Memory drift by Richard Baxter.
The world is a stage without a story, or at least it's a story that is never-ending and being written continuously. Or it is billions of stories within stories, within stories. This is how I create, without a beginning or an end, without a specific narrative - just a happening in process. I don't want to know what is happening, and I don't pretend to know. It is beautiful, tragic, mysterious, magical and elusive. Paradoxically, perhaps, our soul is the eternally empty stage, and the universe is the eternal act in the never-ending movement. If I can hint at that, I'm happy. Richard Baxter, 2014.
Richard Baxter has painted an imagined event where an old wooden building has been lifted off the ground by strong winds. Birds swirl in the sky and a cat is caught high on the roof, while a rabbit looks from underneath. The sky is dark and mysterious as we are left wondering what will happen next.
The Archibald, Wynne and Sulman Prizes, Art Gallery of New South Wales, Sydney, Australia (Friday 25 Jul 2014)
Bit by Bit, Byte by Byte, we loose our Connections to Our Past. On the National Road (Old 40 Highway) Brazil, Indiana
Il 7 marzo di esattamente un anno fa ero nel Nord della Norvegia, pronta a vivere la mia avventura artica, a vivere il mio sogno. I dettagli sono tutti così nitidi nella mia mente che mi sembra ieri.
Se chiudo gli occhi sento ancora l'aria fresca nei polmoni, le guance arrossate, la neve soffice sotto i miei piedi, il silenzio avvolgermi e portarmi via lontano...
Ancora oggi mi ritrovo incredula a pensare che non sia stato solo un sogno, l'ho veramente fatto, ci sono veramente stata!
Ho ancora molte foto che non vi ho fatto vedere, gradualmente rientrerò su flickr postandone alcune per la prossima settimana..solo per celebrare l'anniversario ;), tranquilli non ricomincerò d'accapo ;)!
Buon weekend a tutti!!
Io resterò ancora qui per un pò, sulla mia altalena, a scivolare su e giù tra i miei ricordi..
*Starlight*
p.s.: E' questo il famoso scatto Eziè, da quel giorno quella è la mia altalena! :)! Au..no ancora no ;)!
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The seven of march of exactly one year ago, I was in Northern Norway ready to live my artic experience, to live my dream. Details are so sharp in my mind, that it seems to me it was only yesterday.
If I close eyes I still can feel the freezing air inside my chest, the red cheek, the soft snow under my feet, the silence wrapping me and take me so far away...
I'm still incredule that it wasn't only a dream, that really do it, I really go there !
I have many photos that I didnt show you, one is this. I think will renter on flickr gradually with a few of them for next week...only for celebrate the anniversary :) don't worry I will not start again with ;))!
Buon weekend to all !!!!!
I will rest here for a while, on my seesaw swinging for a while through my memories...
*Starlight*
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Model: Clara Hernández
MUA/Photography/Edit: María Lawliet
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-Labial Vixen 787 de Sleek
-Línea líquida "Dating joe black" de Catrice
-Paleta de sombras "Au Naturel" de Sleek.
-Máscara de pestañas: lash out black 729 de Sleek
Moving to Arizona in 2 days and all I'm taking with me from Kuwait is my memories!
Pray for me people!
As memory may be a paradise from which we cannot be driven, it may also be a hell from which we cannot escape.
— John Lancaster Spalding
Home. (12/52)
This week has been full of relaxation and lots of memories. I made it my goal to take photos every day this week, and I did. However, that being said, this week has taught me to be spontaneous, always discovering new places. It was wonderful and inspiring, yet very challenging to come up with many new ideas. I had many great outcomes and many not so great outcomes, but overall I was able to find out more about who I am as a photographer by the different themes and ideas I chose to portray.
This photo below means a lot to me. I was wandering through the woods and found this pile of old fences. Not sure where they came from or how they got there, but I knew that they would be used somehow in my photos. As I laid down on the broken fence, the song Home by Gabrielle Aplin started playing through my speaker, (which is one of my favorite songs). The idea for this photo came from that song. Home doesn't have to be your real home. It can be where you are currently, when surrounded by friends, or even by yourself. It's the place you go to dream, to think, and travels with you wherever you go. Home is home - wherever it is, whoever it is with. Even though these fences have been thrown away, they are still home in someone's heart.
"Cause they say home is where your heart is set in stone
Is where you go when you're alone
Is where you go to rest your bones
It's not just where you lay your head
It's not just where you make your bed
As long as we're together, does it matter where we go?
Home."
I do feel like this is one of my best photos ever shot, and after 10+ hours of editing, I can definitely say it is my favorite. Please comment feedback below!
This is "Installation Shalekhet", also known as the Memory Void in the Jewish Museum in Berlin. There are 10,000 faces made from steel and and the it is dedicated to all victims of violence and war, not just the holocaust.
A livery I never thought I'd see again! 125 Group HST power car no. 43060 'Heaton 150' leads three recently repainted InterCity Mk3s and sister no. 43025 'Exeter' past Wilmorton, Derby, running as 5J26 13:22 Toton TMD to the 125 Group's home at the East Lancashire Railway, Bury.
The set had worked up from Brush, Loughborough earlier in the day, having been repainted there and unveiled a few weeks ago.
This one's a real trip back down memory lane for me, having spent many a happy hour as a kid watching GNER HSTs and 91s on the ECML (though personally I always preferred the gold lettering). Really good to see the early privatisation schemes brought back to life alongside classic BR colours!
work of my friend. digital edit ( frame) by me.
"great memories"
This image is virtual world.It isn't reality ( contain thought)
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 grandmother kept a box of old photos in her attic
we used to go up there on rainy days
sit on the floor in the dusty light
go through them and she would tell about witches and broken hearts
how we came from royal blood and it was all there in the pictures
then we'd lose the light and we'd all go downstairs for dinner
and in our secret hearts
we sat taller knowing once we had ruled the world. "
*storypeople.
after attending my husband's aunt's funeral, we, the family all gathered at the century farm where she spent her married life and where her daughter still lives, and remembered the wonderful times that we had with her there. This is the lane to the house where many of us have experienced the joys as well as the sorrows of our families. This place will always have a special place in my heart--thanks to our Aunt Anna. Taken at Sawyerville, Quebec.
Life brings tears, smiles, and memories. The tears dry. The smiles fade. But the memories last forever..
Leica M2
Leica Summilux 35mm f/1.4 II
Adox Silvermax
Adox Silvermax Developer (1+29)
11 min 20°C
Scan from negative film