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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 road is symbolic of the path of ones life. Soft focus was used to create a more artistic feel and ethereal feel. Taken with the Lensbaby Velvet 56
"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
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!
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!
In memory of ...
I was curious about these. I remember being told by a friend when I first visited the French Quarters that these - shoes (owned by the deceased) thrown to hang loose at wires slicing through the middle of the street, symbolized remembrance by people whose friends have gone on "home"... to the great beyond.
In the Filipino culture, this, would be considered a "pabaon"...
There're a couple of pairs seen along Bourbon Street. It's been there since I can remember... Not even Hurricane Katrina was able to dislodge it from it's "sacred" perch...
In loving memory
To my teacher and grandfather Peter.
Thank you, my teacher, for being there
At times when skies were gray
Thank you, my teacher, for lending an ear
When I had things to say
You showered love on me lavishly
When no one seemed to care
You brought me joys untold
To fill my heart with moments of gold
I would have felt isolated and lonely
If you had not been there
I lack the words to let you know
How much you mean to me,
But I will profusely thank God for you
Until the Eternity.
Written by Maryam Mashhadi
Model: Mikah Sullivan
Styling and photography : Me
Dreams, like memories, sometimes have to be put away for safekeeping... perhaps in their own dreamy frames...
Free texture. Please credit and link back to me if you use this texture.
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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.
Following yesterday's photo I had a request to show a full length photo of this gown, and i am happy to oblige. More sublime memories
“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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I've been re-editing old photos lately; it's lots of fun! to see more of these, and admire some new css tweaks to the design (I'm proud of myself for figuring out some of that geeky stuff), head over to my blog.
We should save part of our memories in a box......
We may need it later......
我总是喜欢存一些与记忆有关的小物件，倒不是怕遗忘“美好”，而是期待它们能在灰暗时刻点亮生活。
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 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.
It's funny how music can bring back memories, and so vividly. They can give you goose bumps and raise your heart, but they can also take you down. Selene likes listening to her mother's old gramophone, it takes her back to a time before she was born...
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Pullip Galene wearing a dress from Cutiestorecom and boots from paradise dolls
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After 11 days with no internet, i'm back in the land of the living :D I'm so behind on replies and stuff, but i'll try and catch up!
I hope you are all ok, i think i missed some birthdays - a belated happy birthday to Dashka!
Memories of the lovely sunny, but a little windy, day we had yesterday!! Today, we have returned to rain with our forecast not looking good of the rest of this week!!
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!