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Model: Katherine Comet
Photographer: CKDexter Howley
Thank you Dex...as usual...you've caught me in my best light! Many Hugs!
Posting a memory of a before Ike day when laughter was heard in the skies over Galveston. It may be a while before I go back but I'm sure that one of the first sounds to be heard will be the laughter of the laughing gulls hunting for scraps on the beach.
While visiting Wells Cathederal in Somerset, me and Wiffs stumbled upon this gorgeous cobbled street of old houses.... it really felt like we had stepped back hundreds of years....processed it like this to try to add to the atmosphere, but you really had to be there to appreciate it fully :o)
Isn't it
breathtakingly
beautiful
How you've learned
to grow flowers
from the memories
that died
a long time ago?
-Noor Unnahar
I shot this last autumn and the images have sat on my hard drive. Its interesting, this time last year I felt so confused and unsure about everything I was doing, and it immobilized me. This year I'm just as confused, but I'm finding things to be passionate about through the chaos.
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.
Our Daily Challenge 30 May-5 June : Just a Hint of.
Since he died in February I still have my parrot's cage, which I shall soon be selling.
This is the shadow of it on the piano mid afternoon. For more than 40 years his shadow was there too.
A moment of gathering the beloved ones, with a stream of memorable photos, kindled a flash of memories.... to sit and listen to the elders explaining every photo and feeling the stories hidden in every moment.... with a lot of laughs and surprises to see themselves when they were kids... remembering the grandparents that left a deep impact in every heart came after them.... missing them.... and telling about them....
After Ma found a treasure, a bag of memories, photos from the 50s and 60s, we were like living in a time-capsule yesterday, with my aunt that came to visit us for two days, they both started to tell about the photos... the time, the place, the people gathered then, their activities, favorite games, their cloths and hair styles.... and they laugh.... and I was so fascinated to see them so happy and as if they have returned kids again.... learning from that affluence of memories....
Remembering the past... watching the present.... imagining the future... a bridge among the generations, at every station there is a stream of knowledge and wisdom, with laughs and cheerfulness and experiences... what would the next generations get for memories?.... I’m taking photos from now :)
Life is Beautiful ♥... Richen your lives with memories.... Camera is one of the greatest inventions in history!! :))
Mother, looking at family photos, and enjoying the distant memories they brought back. Moment captured January 28th, 2015 in Beloit, Wisconsin; USA.
Wanted to get out with the tent tonight but it was a little blowy and the tent is sadly lacking in the guy rope department.
I took the real memory out of its frame and replaced it with black cardboard. Framed up and waited for it to get dark.
Span the dome then lit the scene with my torch. Lastly a quick waft of the net curtain and rgb torch for a touch of fire.
This is number 119 of my 365.
Florence is so beautiful! So much history! Walking around one night after dinner, we ended up at this piazza. It seemed to embody the fun and excitement our trip had been.
Memories are all that are left now. Buried just beneath our surface, but sometimes when we don't expect it, certain smells, sights, cards, old letters will trigger memories and i think of what was.
But those special memories will live on inside me for as long as I can draw a breath.
Here's to cherish memories...
June 28th I start my solo "walkabout". My I discover new memories to cherish.
When I was growing up, my mother always planted a particular flower for us; there were roses for my sister...her second name was Rosalie, Jasmine for my brother as his birthday was around the time these bloomed and she always planted Allysum for me as Alys is my second name.
Funny how seeing a flower can bring back special memories:)