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A few days ago the waters in the city got lower than in a long time. The remains of this old warship was uncovered as the water drew back. At the moment, the ones who know, belive it to be the remains of a 1600´s Danish "price ship". Of course I had to shoot it before the waters cover it again or before the authorities salvage it.
Memories of my 60s. . . . on exhibit at the Eames show, Oakland Museum of California.
The Eames motto:
“Getting the most of the best to the greatest number of people for the least”:
"Memory is the cerebral function, result of synaptic connections between neurons, through which the human being can remember past experiences."
Part of my Memory series.
Woaah, it looks soo sharp. Argh, thanks a lot flickr .
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
Memories of Dreams is a beautiful Japanese themed homestead region created by Yxes Evergreen. maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Hawksong/200/54/34
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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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.
So isn't it odd how your memory plays tricks on you? Or maybe we just had different tastes back then, or maybe I'm just old. Anyway, I've had a craving lately for popcorn, but not just ANY popcorn - JIFFY POP popcorn.
So today I make a little trip to the grocery store, and with a smile on my face, pay the $1.29 for my little foil pan of popcorn. I come home, eat dinner, and the settle in for the evening and prepare for this FEAST of popcorn.
A few things.....
A. Why didn't I remember how campy it is to shake a tin foil pain of popping corn in my kitchen?
B. Why didn't I remember it pops approximately 2 cups of popcorn before it starts to scorch?
C. Why didn't I remember that it smells like eggs frying while cooking?
D. And MOST importantly, why didn't I remember that it tastes NASTY??
So.......... my craving for popcorn is now gone, and I'm drinking a gallon of water to try and get the nasty taste out of my mouth :)
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“Memory is a way of holding on to the things you love, the things you are, the things you never want to lose.”
-Kevin Arnold-
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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Within, there's every little memory resting calm in me, resting in a dream... Smiling back at me...
- Rest Calm, Nightwish
"For each thorn, there's a rosebud... for each twilight — a dawn... for each trial — the strength to carry on, For each stormcloud — a rainbow... for each shadow — the sun... for each parting — sweet memories when sorrow is done." Ralph Waldo Emerson
I love these old Polaroids my Mum has of her and Dad before us kids arrived, of their honeymoon in Cyprus and trips to London and Ireland. All the polaroids in the picture are from the late seventies, that's my Dad at Hampton Court, London. It's approaching the seventh anniversary since he passed away suddenly and I found myself flicking through these wonderful old albums. Look closely at the bottom left and you'll see a lady wearing a blue hat, that's my mum in her early twenties, looking every inch the fashion model!
As an amateur photographer, sometimes you're so caught up in crafting something beautiful, you forget you're also capturing memories...
Website | ODC2 - Old Fashioned
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Depuis les hauteurs du lac Gokyo et du village eponyme, à 4800m, au Nepal.
Un endroit que je revais de photographier depuis des années de par sa beauté préservée, perdu au milieu des sommets.
Mais ce 10 Novembre 2019, le coeur n’y est pas, et pas grand chose n’a de sens.
En souvenir de celui qui, à 28 ans, a laissé sa vie ce jour là, après le passage du col de Renjo La à 5360m
RIP Gaetan
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From the hills surrounding Gokyo lake and village, at 4800m, Nepal
An outstanding place I dreamt about since years, a preserved jewel among the high summits
But on this day of November 10th 2019, photographying is tasteless.
In memories of the one who lost his life this day at 28yo, after passing Renjo la Pass at 5340m
RIP Gaetan
2018P52/Week 36: Passage of Time
I had several ideas for this topic, but this is the one that kept coming to mind. When I thought of "time", it made me think of old and new memories.
Being an old techie, the word "memories" also me think of computer memories. These memories range from 1980 to the present.
The circuit board is a 4-KByte RAM board I assembled for an old home-brew computer I built in 1980. As time went on, memory chips got smaller and smaller, and held MUCH more!
- I thought of the most perfect idea for a photo representing one of the songs from Linkin Parks newest album. I've done things in the past that I can say I regret because I hurt the ones that I loved. 1 time, 2 times... I thought I was able to fix myself by the 3rd time but it fortunately did become the final straw in the anger that resided in me. I've done a lot to change and I like to thank all of them. Their names no longer pass my lips from a day to day basis but the lessons from them continue to go through my everyday life.
* The final photo will showcase my whole idea, just wait on it! Lo siento
taken for ODC "one thing I would save"
the memories of those who aren't here anymore but worked so hard so that I could have their dream...
Old photographs, my dad's cuff links, a little tool box in the form of a Bible....just a few small things to carry the love forward.
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
© 2025 Lorrie Agapi – All rights reserved.
My heart, my words. Please respect them.
Every poem, every story, and every thought I share is a part of my soul. To take them without permission is to take a piece of me
a piece that will always remind you these words are mine and can never be yours.
Even if you alter them, it is still my soul that lingers, whispering to you: You are incapable of creating your own, and that is why you copy what belongs to others.
I am grateful for my family. The memories we've made and the ones we have yet to make.
"Gratitude"
Won third place in the DPS weekly assignment! :)
This Week in the Digital Photography School Forums | Gratitude
Sometimes you will never know the value of a moment until it becomes a memory.
Dr. Seuss
Have a wonderful day.
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