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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.
One of my favorites, such detail in the set... video cassette, disposable camera, and old-school film cartridge!
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:)
Memories...
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There is a garden in every childhood, an enchanted place where colors are brighter, the air softer, and the morning more fragrant than ever again. ~Elizabeth Lawrence
Explore #356 On July 14, 2008
"Gardening is one of the late joys, for youth is too impatient, too self-absorbed, and usually not rooted deeply enough to create a garden. Gardening is one of the rewards of middle age, when one is ready for an impersonal passion, a passion that demands patience, acute awareness of a world outside oneself, and the power to keep on growing through all the times of drought, through the cold snows, toward those moments of pure joy when all failures are forgotten and the plum tree flowers."
May Sarton, Journal of a Solitude, 1975
The news we hear today are worrying.
It’s my grandfather having a smoke while reading some magazine during the summer of 1943 while he was on leave.
Hazy Italian sunset.
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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.
Closeup of artwork I did a few years ago: 20250108_100146
I thought this subject would be hard to find for the Challenge, turned out not to be the case and I had 8 images with the same theme to pick from ... Memories was the original title I gave the image back in Jan of this Year...
Terry Hutt, who is often described as the Royal Family’s biggest fan, pictured in his home in the South West surrounded by memories and memorabilia. Taken during an interview with Terry.
..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. :-)
Hà Nội, Vietnam, 2008 - Leica M7, Summilux 35, Kodak Tri-X
Under a grudging sun I was wandering on a summer afternoon along a bank of Trúc Bạch lake... where US Navy aviator John McCain was shot down during the Vietnam War on October 26, 1967 by an anti-aircraft missile on a mission against a Hanoi power plant and parachuted wounded. Memories... memories...
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.
The Battle of Britain Memorial Flight's Avro Lancaster, Supermarine Spitfire and Hawker Hurricane round Beachy Head as they make their entrance to perform at Eastbourn'e annual AIRbourne Airshow.
Unusually, only a handful of the acts came anywhere near our vantage point way up on the cliffs during Sunday's show!
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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.