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“The worst part of holding the memories is not the pain. It's the loneliness of it. Memories need to be shared.”
― Lois Lowry, The Giver
You can shed tears that she is gone,
or you can smile because she has lived.
You can close your eyes and pray that she'll come back,
or you can open your eyes and see all she's left.
Your heart can be empty because you can't see her,
or you can be full of the love you shared.
You can turn your back on tomorrow and live yesterday,
or you can be happy for tomorrow because of yesterday.
You can remember her only that she is gone,
or you can cherish her memory and let it live on.
You can cry and close your mind,
be empty and turn your back.
Or you can do what she'd want:
smile, open your eyes, love and go on.
Mother, looking at family photos, and enjoying the distant memories they brought back. Moment captured January 28th, 2015 in Beloit, Wisconsin; USA.
I took this photo a Brooke Shaden's storytelling workshop in January 2012. I have really struggled with this photo, primarily because I back lit Olivia. I can't count the number of times I've lightened this.
I think I'm finally satisfied with it and the story I found myself telling myself over and over is this: the viewer is perhaps the surviving fiance, years later, catching a glimpse of his beloved in the house they were supposed to live in happily til they were old.
I grew up in a haunted house in a historic town. I've never found myself to like ghost stories because the modern take on them is too harsh and weird. However, one of my favorite books is a ghost story called Tamsin by Peter S. Beagle. The feel of the story, how real yet how so far away it seems, is what I love and what I hoped to portray here, as well as the feeling that what you're seeing will be gone in a moment.
We pulled the core memories into one conference room, and they really look good together.
This was the industry standard for electronic memory before DRAM and SRAM and Flash. Data was stored in the magnetization direction of each ring. It is a non-volatile memory, and relatively immune to radiation and soft errors, much like MRAM today.
Many of the rectangular patches are 4K bits. The early ones were woven by hand, and over the years the iron ring sizes shrank and became tightly woven into an electromagnetic fabric.
I'm sorry for not been commenting on your photos as much as usual. But, again I'm ill. Hope the doctors soon can find out what's wrong.
This photo is taken in the autumn around October, and was one of the last flowers I could find. Found it in my grandma's garden.
Maybe not a "good time" to post autumnal shots, but I dont have anything else to post.
Hope you all will have a great weekend :-)
..Proprio una petite madeleine di ricordi questa polaroid! Apparteneva ad una mia carissima zia con la quale ho trascorso alcuni dei momenti più belli della mia infanzia, che tra l’altro vennero documentati proprio con questa macchina. :-)
Tugboats in Port Kembla Harbour.
This one is a sentimental subject for me. My wonderful dad worked here in the harbour and was a tugmaster throughout most of my life until he retired not so long ago. I have fond memories of him letting me take hold of the huge wooden wheel to steer, doing figure eights in the middle of the harbour and poor Dad getting told off by the harbour master who must have thought he was drunk LOL.
The wheelhouse had a sign on the outside which read "Chartroom and Wheelhouse" (there was a big surface there with drawers for charts underneath) and I always read it as Chatroom and thought it funny. Whats weird is there was no such thing as a Chatroom back in those rosy pre internet days. I also used to love going down to the engine room. The noise, the heat, all those funny little ladders to clamber about on and the smell of oil. Brilliant. I don't suppose the current tugmasters can take their kids on the tugs due to OH&S requirements and legal red tape run rampant. I feel sorry for those children because they are missing out on something very special.
Even the wharves are no longer accessible to the public :(. They used to be dotted with eager fishermen.
Memory Lapses are temporary installations I photograph to revisit places linked to strong memories, past or recent.
By overexposing reflective material in the process, data becomes absent from the digital file, creating an empty zone in the image that alters reality and distorts our perception : like time and distance do.
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A friend's pic, taken in 2009.
This is the first boxcar I ever rode, on the first train I ever rode. Oh, how I've come so far since then.
Fuck.
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“Yesterday is but today's memory, tomorrow is today's dream.”
- Kahlil Gibran-
♪♫ ODYSSEY - Masih Ada ♪♫
'We're setting fire to our insides for fun, collecting pictures from the flood that wrecked our home'
Here is one of my final exhibition images from my degree show. The others (including the video) are now live on my website: jodieandrews.co.uk/bitter-sweet-memories-degree-show
(It's a large file so it might be hard to read the text when on a screen)
Memories
All I have is memories
All I have is memories
Memories of you
Now you're gone
They linger on, these memories
All these precious memories
Memories of you
How they linger in the twilight
In the morning in the small hours
Just before dawn
Memories
Of summer days so long ago
People in the places
That we used to know
Oh those memories
How they linger in the twilight
And in the wee small hours
Sometime just before the dawn
Oh those memories
Oh happy times those memories
All I have now is memories
Memories of you
Oh memories
All those precious memories
All I have is memories
Memories of you
--Van Morrison--
This image takes me back to a memorable holiday in the South East Hinterland, at O'Reilly's Guest House. My choice of accommodation was in an old Queenslander, very similar to the one you see in the photograph. One day we were 'confined to quarters' due to heavy rain. It had its benefits however. Picture this scenario if you would. Sitting on the verandah in a comfortable old chair, cup of hot chocolate in hand, feet up on the railing, with the raindrops tickling one's toes. Heaven. Verandahs also hold special memories of my childhood in Papua New Guinea. But that's another story.
Memory map of a route in my hometown, St. Albans.
Stitched map illustration onto white linen fabric.
A pictures says 1,000 words.
I thought the idea would be okay but it didn't come out thattt amazing. I cropped it a lot because you could see my door and my desk/computer and stufff.
So for this picture I was kind of in a hurrry because I have to leave soon to see some of my friends. :)
I'm so happy it's a weekend, i'm so incredibally sick of school.
But anyways, have a good weeekend. :D
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... actually a whole lot more than 10, thanks to all of the wonderful Neo Blythes that have been produced since 2001!!
I was excited to see this girl today, and though I usually can't wait to whip these babies out of their stock clothes and onto a licca body and into some jeans (sorry! :D) I think she's beautiful like this. Her dress is really lovely and she's very beautiful. This was fresh out of the box before a shampoo or anything, so her bangs are a bit unruly. Thanks for visiting and looking!
ADAD 2011 187/365
52 weeks of blythe 2011 27/52