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i luved dis click......
Down the looming clouds, wen thought unites,
the mind starts thinking, wer the memories r shared alone...
i was reminded of the saying- “The soul that sees beauty may sometimes walk alone.”
Just Njoyed the click...
I've got the idea of Viktoriya from a boss in Silent Hill 3, Memory of Alessa. This is my favorite photo I've made so far. The face texture came from one of my favorite modder's on the New Vegas Nexus, dragbody. Props go to him and his excellent work.
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"Memory Palace": mnemonic device.
I heard this on an episode of "The Mentalist" some time ago, and I liked it that much that I wrote it down as inspiration for a photo, but I hadn't found the opportunity to use it, until I saw this spot with those chairs, the chest and the lighting, which seemed perfect.
We're always carrying memories, they go with us, we live among them. Having memories is what makes us who we are, and as the days pass we are creating more and more of them, creating ourselves.
Much better in light box ;)
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"Palacio de los Recuerdos": método utilizado para entrenar la habilidad de recordar.
Oí este término en un episodio de "El Mentalista" hace ya algún tiempo, y me gustó tanto que lo apunté como idea para una foto, pero no había encontrado la oportunidad de utilizarlo, hasta que vi el rincón que aparece en la fotografía, que con esas sillas, el baúl y la iluminación me pareció perfecto.
Los recuerdos siempre los llevamos con nosotros, nos acompañan, vivimos entre ellos. Tener recuerdos es lo que nos hace ser como somos, y a medida que pasan los días vamos creando más y más recuerdos, creándonos a nosotros mismos.
Mucho mejor en la caja de luz ;)
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Stained glass window in memory of Alfred Northey Harvey fourth son of Sir Robert Harvey, knight , and Alida Marie, Lady Harvey his deceased wife , born 6th August 1892 , died 23rd March 1899
His father wrote "On August 6th of this year, our dear son Alfred Northey was born. Alfred, generally called "Baby," and by dear "Tito" and Emile, "Jimmy," from his birth occasioned intense delight to the boys and to Lilita, and has been a bright ray of sunshine in our house, and even now in the dark days so soon after dear "Tito's" death, he is a source of consolation to us, and we thank God for leaving him with Emile and Lilita to be a solace in our sorrow"
(His father Sir Robert Harvey JP DL 1847 – 1930) was born in nearby Truro to Samuel Harvey, a tailor. He was apprenticed to William's engineering works at Truro and in 1872 went to Bolivia to work in the Tocopilla Copper Mines . In 1875 he moved to Iquique, which was then in Peru, became involved in the production of saltpetre, becoming a prominent British producer in Bolivia, Peru and Chile
During the War of the Pacific, Harvey was captured at the Battle of San Francisco. Due to his expertise in the nitrate industry, he was recruited to work for the Chilean government.
In 1881, when the Chilean government privatized the nitrate industry, Harvey became managing partner for the firm of J. T. North and Harvey, which he had established with John Thomas North, who was often called the Nitrate King.
c1880 he married in Iquique Alida María daughter of Émile Godefroy of Pessac, Bordeaux who had made millions in Peru also as a saltpetre producer.
Children - 1 daughter & 5 sons
1. child born / buried in Truro
2. Dame Alida Luisa (Lilita) 1883 - 1943 a noted harpist m Sir Harry Ernest Brittain 1873 — 1974 of Headley Hants, journalist and Conservative MP who m2 1961 Muriel Leslie Dixon
3. Robert Godefroy (Tito) 1884 - 1895 www.flickr.com/gp/52219527@N00/544S0y8e5R
4. Sir Samuel Emile DL 1885 – 1959
5. Alfred Charles b/d 1891 buried at Brompton cemetary
6. Alfred Northey 1892 - 1899
In March, 1886, Alida became ill, and they decided to return via relatives in Bordeau to England. Later after living in Kensington 1887 - 89 Sir Robert became a landowner in Cornwall and Devon buying the Trenoweth estate and many properties in the Totnes area including Dundridge House in the parish of Harberton in the Spring of 1890 . They also had a house in London & frequent trips abroad
In 1897, he was High Sheriff of Devon and in 1900 Sheriff of Cornwall, making an unsuccessful attempt to become MP for Truro. He was knighted by King Edward VII at Marlborough House on 9 February 1901.
- Church of St Andrew, Harberton Devon
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Fujifilm X-E1 35mm f1.4 frame processed in Paintshop Pro x6 and DXO Film Pack 3. Figure generated in Daz3D. Thanks for the interest. :-D
"The years have passed like clouds o'er hills and dales
Nor will they e'er return to us, in truth,
For I'm no longer charmed as in my youth
By superstitions, riddles, fairy tales.
Which brightened up my forehead as a child -
Half understood, with hidden sense inwrought;
Vain are your shadows into which I'm caught
Oh, magic hou'r, the evening twilight mild.
To wrest a sound from my life's yesteryear
To thrill my soul one more time with my rhyme
Upon my lyre fingers vainly spin;
All's lost within my youth's now distant stir
And mute is now the honeyed mouth of yonder time
Time grows upon me... darkness sucks me in."
"The years have passed" by Mihai Eminescu
Hi all,
This card is for this week’s Runway Inspired Challenge (runwayinspired.blogspot.com/). If you haven’t seen the inspiration photo this week, check it out...the model’s outfit is AMAZING! Recently, I won the Hero Arts 'Remember' stamp set from Laura Jane (Thanks again), and I'm really loving the font on several of the sentiments...this one is so elegant, so I wanted to use it here.
Thanks so much for stopping by!
Supplies:
Stamps: Hero Arts - Remember; SSS - Like Your Style (to create square pattern for cabochon)
Ink: Versafine - Onyx Black, Smokey Gray; Tim Holtz - Mustard Seed
Cardstock: PTI - Stamper’s Select White, Soft Stone, True Black
Dies: Simon Says Stamp - Pinpoint Border; Memory Box - Chloe Stem (Thank you again, Betty!)
Twine: Hemptique - Black Hemp Cord
Gems: Hero Arts - Black
Acrylic Cabochon: Bottle Cap Inc. - 1/2" Clear
I had to share these shots from a session I did in April.
One of my ex-coworkers asked me to photograph her 90 year old father and her niece's 2 girls. I posted one previously of the 7 year old here .
The reason I'm posting now, is because I got an email today that her Father had a stroke yesterday and passed away :(
I'm SO glad I was able to do the session with them and give her some recent photos and memories of her dad. He was a real gentleman, and it was my pleasure to meet him.
These are just a couple from that day, I had many more for her.
It just goes to show you, that you should never put things off, you don't know what tomorrow will bring!
Oh, I do recall the short period of sunshine we had, yesterday ... back to normal, today with dark skies and chilly and cold outside!!
Well, Arran was looking great yesterday!
Stay Safe and Healthy Everyone!
Thanks to everyone who views this photo, adds a note, leaves a comment and of course BIG thanks to anyone who chooses to favourite my photo .... Thanks to you all!
When we were kids we were told that you could tell the time by blowing the seeds off a dandelion. If it took 3 blows it was 3 o'clock etc. Of couse, we didn't have watches or mobile phones and we were allowed to roam about without close supervision!
Even though my stint on Union Pacific was short lived, The Altoona Sub, or Wyeville Sub when I was on the UP, still has many memories for this guy.
Here's one from the archives because I can't wait for spring to get here....!!
Edited with three Florabella actions - Swoon, Sugar, and Trixie. Also used a texture from Kim Klassen called Sweet Treat.
The sad old house stands alone and still,
With a frown upon it's face.
Like a feeble derelict, stands and grieves,
In famine and disgrace.
I well remember years gone by,
When the house was in it's prime.
Before it's youth was whisked away,
By the sweeping winds of time.
But today I see through misty eyes,
In a sea of tangled weeds.
Occasional flowers growing wild,
From long forgotten seeds.
I hear some old familiar sounds,
Through memories unconfined.
And picture scenes of bygone days,
Through the windows of my mind.
Like me, the old house stands alone,
And awaits it's time to claim.
Whatever reward or recompense waits,
In the dust from whence it came.
- written by: Jim C. Carpenter
The Light of Hope still remains....
Created for Make It Interesting challenge #3 - Carriage.
Starter image from Valeriana Solaris. Thank you!
Many thanks to c@rlos G@rijo for sharing the beautiful photo of El Malecon de la Habana, Cuba.
Thanks also to:
(hand) RobPatrick
(Mother Mary) Fontplaydotcom.
Temaristock - Dreaming of you and Pseudo TTV, mine.
Apophysis blue flames, mine.
A very soft focus is kind of how you remember things in the past. This dedicated to those who have served our country.
green memories of a yellow apple
"demult candva dulce vorbeai,
ma sarutai apoi muscai ...
din inima mea, ca dintr-un mar... sucu-l storceai
siropul tare te indulcea... aroma te innebunea..."
Alexandrina Hristov(listen)
(you were telling me sweet words long time ago,
you were kissing me,
you were biting from my heart as from an apple...)
“every man has a map in his heart of his own country and that the heart will never allow you to forget this map.”
- Alexander McCall Smith
"The accent of a man's native country remains in his mind and his heart, as it does in his speech."
- François La Rochefoucauld, Duc De
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My mother told me that once you've lost someone, your moments of greatest happiness will also always be your moments of greatest sadness. For in those moments of tremendous joy we will remember the person we cannot share it with. With each day that brought me closer to my wedding, I was engulfed with the pain of not having my father to walk me down the aisle. Every little girl's dream and it could never be mine. I wanted the impossible. I wanted my father back.
This necklace is the first gift my father ever gave my mother. It has no monetary value. After my father died, my mother gave this necklace to me and I have worn it almost every day for over 30 years. I was wearing it on my wedding day. The Rabbi came in to see me before the ceremony, as it is tradition that the Rabbi be the one to place the veil over the bride's face. He saw the necklace and insisted I remove it. He explained that tradition dictates that the bride not wear any jewelry. I wanted to respect the Rabbi's wishes, he was a good man, he had officiated at my father's funeral and had stayed close to our family. He watched as I removed the necklace and set it aside. He placed the veil over my face and left the room. I heard the music begin to play. I had only a moment before it was my turn. I picked up the necklace and tucked it down the front of my gown, close to my heart. One way or another, my father was going to walk me down the aisle. And I'd like to believe that somehow he did.
Memory Walk 2011 is coming soon. This September, thousands of people, all across the country, will walk together with a common cause; fighting dementia. People walk for many different reasons and it would be great to have your support for Memory Walk 2011.
"My mum had Alzheimer's so I know how devastating its impact can be - not only on the person who has been diagnosed but also on their family and friends.
Alzheimer's Society helps families and friends enjoy their time together so that they can share their happy memories for as long as possible. That's why I am encouraging you to take part in Memory Walk 2011"
Lynda Bellingham
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.
60's Memories - old keyrings and badges from my childhood collection box.
Top row:
Esso Keyring - Petrol and Heating Oils
Triumph motorcycles lapel badge
Triang Trains lapel badge
I'm Backing Britain badge - a campaign for staff to work overtime for free to get Britain back on its feet
Second Row:
India Tyres - badge
Ringo Starr - Beatles fan badge
Duckhams 20/50 engine oil keyring
Lion Club lapel badge - from the boys magazine
Third Row:
Manchester City 1969 cupwinners lapel badge
Matchbox car collectors badge
TREX - chef's badge for TREX cooking fat
Tonibell ice cream badge - ice cream vans that used to drive around the houses. Fab on a summers day.
Bottom Row:
Shell petrol badge
Lambretta motor scooter lapel badge
Victor Value supermarkets badge - All 271 stores taken over by Tesco in late 60's
Golly Guitarist - lapel badge from Robertsons jams and marmalades.