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Photographer: Vincenzo Travino
Model: Ylenia
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After a few days of frost with temperatures -3, 0 degrees, overnight there was snowfall and fog which caused havoc across many parts of the UK. Locally was much the same. That aside, the beauty of snowfall and people, families and pets were out in their droves. Please scroll through my photos, I hope you enjoy them :)
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In my memory for ever....
Dedicated to O.
... someone's remember in our memory can be like this light...
it can iluminating us ... even when everything around us seems completely black... the remember of that person will make us smile... always.
E.
Flower : Taraxacum officinale / Diente de leon / Lions tooth / dandelion ? .
Please / Porfavor : View On Black
Omoide Yokocho, Piss alley or Memory lane street is a glimpse of traditional in the hearth of modern Tokyo
This is our box of memories. It contains various bits of ephemera Catherine and I have collected over the last twenty of so years; the bill from our first Valentine's meal, the property details leaflet for our first house, the hospital tags from when our children were born, and so on.
We used to keep them in a money-box shaped like a rocking horse, but the memories outgrew that. This is more conventional, but bigger.
'Memories' for We're Here.
It struck me yesterday, as I explored the historical sites of once thriving shipyards, the priceless nature of the term ‘living memory’.
A term made all the more poignant as we enter Remembrance Day and collectively recall those no longer with us.
What struck me was just how many questions I’ve wanted to ask since my parents and grandparents left and the gap they leave now they’re no longer around to answer them.
Mum & Dad for example, they were holders of their parents oral traditions, their stories, their experiences and those of their extended friends and family.
Now, leafing through old photo albums or written records I’m suddenly aware of their being nobody left with the answers to the arising questions of who and when or where.
In a way we’re all custodians of living memories, the retainers of records of how things were during our time here.
I’m also wondering now whether my ramblings are in fact a way of reaching through time to generations yet to arrive.
They may well be and equally they may also disappear like all the tape cassettes I made in my youth or the countless notebooks I filled when the business was at full tilt.
Still survive or not, the ramblings serve their own purpose in that they remind me as I’m writing them about what’s happened and how it fits into the wider scheme of things.
Witnessing Mum’s gradual and severe memory loss through vascular dementia seems to have heightened my own interest in the subject of memory.
The close proximity to her experience provided an even greater sense of appreciation for the precious nature of the time any of us have.
And so, yesterday’s visit to the sites of the former shipyards focused in upon the preservation of living memories and a place for these to be held for the wider community.
We met with the heritage architects Donald Insall Associates and they’ve now agreed to design a vital part of the project to return the OAKDALE to the Mersey.
Richard who was with us has award winning experience in the sector and had worked on similar preservation projects before, so we took another great step forward yesterday.
The end result will be a combination of commercial practicality blended with working demonstrations of how things were done on the site over hundreds of years.
Another part of the jigsaw fell into place yesterday in a call from the logistics expert regarding the transportation of the boat from Cumbria back to Merseyside.
As the project manager I’d sought a second opinion and it proved to be the right call as the logistics expert and the shipwright are now firmly on the same page.
Next step is finding a suitable dry-dock for the restoration. The poignant thing being, all this will one day be a distant memory.
Luckily though, there’s plenty of young minds already gathering in the wings, waiting to carry the metaphorical baton ever onwards!
Shot taken not so long and it was raining day hence HDR was only option to capture memories . So I stacked 7 diff exp hand held camera to get contrast between sky/clouds and yellow cabs,enjoy Mario.
This is a shot of part of the circuitry on a stick of computer memory. I was playing around with a few old computers last night and when I saw the challenge for the day this idea came to mind. Taken with a Canon 60mm USM Macro lens. Tyep L for a better view.
Our Daily Challenge - A Colored Line - 5/14/11
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Today, in between rain showers, I was able to photograph one of my favorite places. Yes this old beaten down dock. To most, it is no more than that, but to me there is nothing that triggers more memories.
It is this spot that I learned to fish as a child with dad and since have caught literally hundreds of fish from this spot. It was where friends and I would dare each other to jump into the murky waters below. And it was simply a place to get away from it all.
To this day, I try to come here every chance I can and take a second to be thankful for all the simple things in life that I should never take for granted.
Thanks,
Aaron
Taken with Canon 200mm f/2.8 USM L - Color processed with Lightroom 3
I was reminded of these few days today and it brought back some good memories of being us.
Those days are now long since gone, but I have a few hundred photos to bring back those memories
As the winter makes way to Spring and warmer sunny days. Here’s a collection of photographs photographed during Summer 2022 - Seen at Wells is Sanders Coaches BV22HBO whilst having arrived off a Coasthopper CH1 service from Cromer
Saheli, Manikganj, 2011
Don’t look into his eyes, He will made you nostalgic
Don’t touch his weapon; he will transfer you to your childhood
Don’t mess with him, He will assassin you to your memories.
“Gulti” is a very common childhood weapon for village children. First 12 years of my life I was in village. I had this thing. I used to hunt down birds with this tiny weapon. But when I realized that, killing living creatures in this way is very bad and a sin, I quit. I still missed those tension free days.
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.
Like golden autumn leaves around my feet
I touched them and they burst apart with sweet memories,
Sweet memories
Of holding hands and red bouquets
And twilight trimmed in purple haze
And laughing eyes and simple ways
And quiet nights and gentle days with you
Memories, pressed between the pages of my mind
Memories, sweetened thru the ages just like wine,
Memories, memories, sweet memories
(Elvis Presley)
Camera: Nikon D50
Lens: Sigma 70-300mm
Texture added
www.youtube.com/watch?v=48o5rCFFxh8
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Photographs_%26_Memories
Music by Jim Croce many moons ago....
These photos wern't selected for any reason. Just going down memory lane and they reminded me of something I like to remember.
1. Untitled, 2. Untitled, 3. Story Teller, 4. YS Falls, 5. Ice, 6. Destroyed Pier, 7. Fishing Boats, 8. Market, 9. Best Choice, 10. Bluefields Bay, Jamaica, 11. Blue Chevy, 12. Lace and Ink, 13. Paper Boy, 14. Open, 15. Untitled, 16. Water Spots, 17. Draw, 18. Survivor Sue, 19. HFTC, 20. Untitled, 21. Lookin' At Ya, 22. Untitled, 23. 1962 Corvette, 24. That Would Be Me...., 25. Pins, 26. Untitled, 27. Ribbon, 28. Memorial Day 2012, 29. Amber Waves Of Grain., 30. United, 31. Tip Bucket, 32. Class of '12, 33. Open Bar, 34. Untitled, 35. RA, 36. 56 Years
Olympus OM-1 + 1.8/50、2.8/35 + dm Paradise 200
9/8/2013
Tokyo, Japan
This camera is faulty the shutter curtain, but I like it
In some depth where no voice yet fits,
what we were to become had already begun.
A memory of something not yet happened,
and yet, within my soul,
it settled like an ancient truth.
You did not know how much you resembled me.
Nor I, who awaited you in every light
that cooled my skin with unseen colors.
And still, when you came,
I did not recognize you at once
only my silence sighed
in a way that betrayed me.
You were what time forgets,
yet the soul searches for when unseen.
You were a warm pulse within my light.
And I held you tightly in my hands,
with every fear, with all my foolish beginnings,
until I became, too,
what only you could gaze upon without fear.
Since then, every unexplainable trembling
reminds me that you existed
in that place where everything happens
before it even begins.
⁛ a soft pulse of the heart
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I blogged about this a few days ago. At that point I wasn't sure if it would be my final piece, but even with the grace of an extra day today, time has run out, so here it is.