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I had forgotten I took this photo more than eighteen months ago. When I found it last night, I thought it would look great cut away from the flagstone pathway I shot it on...
Speaking of forgetting, that is not why I called this one Memory! When I combine the title and the photo, it evokes several ideas for me. I hope you will be engaged too!
Memory_some believe that memory is stored in every part of our body...
And what about piecing memory back together?
All last week, I had been trying to come up with an idea for this week's theme on memories. I of course thought of the kids when they were little or high school days. But one thing that has always triggered a memory for me is dish soap. Yes, that's right, dish soap. Read on...
Does a certain smell trigger memories for you? It does me. Original scent Palmolive reminds me of my Grandpa. He used to do the dishes all the time. He was particular about having an empty sink. If someone placed a dirty bowl or glass in the sink, he'd happily wash it. He always kept busy tinkering around in the garage or yard. He liked to keep busy and doing the dishes was one of those things.
Both of my grandparents have passed on now. My Grandpa died in the spring of 1995, just before my daughter was born. I was hoping that he'd make it until her birth in August. But his heart failed him. He did visit her, in my dreams after she was born, however. I truly believe he was with us for the first few months of her life (or it could have been my crazy hormones getting the best of me). I'm sure he still is "here" I just don't notice as much now.
So now, when I tackle the most dreadful chore, I ponder two of the most wonderful Grandparents I could have had.
“We cannot change our memories, but we can change their meaning and the power they have over us”
~David Seamands
Taken in DisneyLand , Paris
“On the back part of the step, toward the right, I saw a small iridescent sphere of almost unbearable brilliance. At first I thought it was revolving; then I realised that this movement was an illusion created by the dizzying world it bounded.”
— Jorge Luis Borges
The Aleph, as described by Borges in his text “El Aleph” (1945), is a (meta-)physical point, in which one can see the entire universe, from every angle, at the same time.
I have used this metaphor to visualise my memory. In ALEPH I’ve tried to capture the past four years of this study through the collection of photographs I took during this period. In much the same way as I construct mental images in my head, this installation synthesises images from a given association.
Day 342 // Y4 // 03.02.2012
Seeing the amazing Paul Sartin performing with Bellowhead recently brought back my memories of playing the oboe when I was in college. Looking back through my photostream I have very few photographs to prove I ever played one (see here, here and uh, here), which is quite surprising to me!
So, I dug out my box of reeds (my lord, how many reeds does a girl need?!) and made a have started squeaking and squawking merrily along to myself sitting in my bedroom... And I love it. It was just the spark of enthusiasm that I rather desperately needed right now.
ETA: No reeds were harmed in the making of this - believe it or not, they're all completely glitter-free and are working absolutely fine. Toot!
Childhood memories of Firth Park nearly sixty years ago are brought to mind as Sheffield Corporation Tramways / Charles Roberts & Co. ( built 1950, and only operated for 10 years ) 'Jubilee' / 'Roberts' car 510 bounces along the street, during the "Starlight Specials" event at the National Tramway Museum, Crich on 26 October 2015
I remember taking this photo last fall on one of those cold, dark October days that signal rains to come. It was near dusk when I came upon this small clump of purple aster and was surprised to find several honeybees frantically gathering pollen. I forgot about that day with the splendor of autumn leaves that came later, and was surprised to find any of the bees in focus because they never stopped moving.
Went to a few gigs here mid nineties, I can't believe there's a plaque here now. There's not even one at what was once the Hacienda round the corner.
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Explore #448; November 21, 2007
This is an integrated camera toss... All images were the result of a camera that was thrown in the air (no teathering)...
"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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"Then out the blue, the years we knew they all come floodin' back to me, Magnolia melancholia." - Jamie T // Magnolia Melancholia
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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
Le scatole dei ricordi o una scatola ricordo.
Chi non ne possiede.
Oggi dalla genepesca dove vado da anni ne ho vista una in mano al titolare. Una vecchia latta del caffè Kimbo, quelle con la scritta rossa e nera sul fondo bianco. Era tutta arrugginita ed il proprietario stava sistemando dentro soldi.
Marò che ricordi, ho detto io e lui ehhhh se sapesse noi. Era di mamma la teneva qui alla cassa (me la ricordo distintamente seduta ogni giorno dietro a quella cassa sistemata di fianco ad una porta sempre aperta pure in inverno.)
Allora ha scavato dentro e mi ha mostrato un pizzino ingiallito scritto a penna con un elenco datato 8 agosto di una quindicina di anni fa.
Era il suo ultimo appunto preso per una spesa telefonica prima della improvvisa scomparsa del nove agosto.
Tutto avevano i due fratelli titolari conservato in quella vecchia scatola di caffè Kimbo.
La memoria è veramente la facoltà più preziosa che ciascun uomo possiede perché lo rende immortale nell'affetto di chi resta.
Certainly a far cry from the runways of Heathrow and JFK, Concorde G-BOAF sits silently on the tarmac at Filton Aerodrome near Bristol, it's home.
G-BOAF was the last Concorde aircraft to be built, making its first flight in 1979 before joining the British Airways fleet in June 1980. Built under construction number 216, G-BOAF was the 6th Concorde of the BA fleet, but was apparently sold to the airline by British Aerospace at the rumoured derisory sum of £1,000 for the airframe, and £100 for each engine (£1,400 in all). BA then went about paying the full Million Pounds worth of costs dedicated to fitting the aircraft with all its internal equipment such as radios, seating, furnishing, galleys and navigational gear until eventually the aircraft was to the same specification as the remainder of the BA fleet. A bit of a turbulent start to this aircraft's life.
But the turbulence continued for G-BOAF as on April 12th 1989, while flying from Christchurch to Sydney, G-BOAF was the first Concorde to suffer a rudder separation failure where part of the upper rudder section was lost in flight. Over the next few years similar events occurred on other aircraft leading to all BA and Air France Concorde's being fitted with brand new upper and lower rudders at a cost of many millions of Pounds.
G-BOAF was the first aircraft to be fitted out with the present leather seats and refurbished interiors in May 1993, as well as being the first British Airways aircraft to be painted in their new corporate colours, the 'Union Flag' or 'Chatham Historic Dockyard' scheme, a livery British Airways continues to use today.
Most notably though, G-BOAF was also the first Concorde to fly across the Atlantic in operational service after the fatal crash of Air France Flight 4590, the date of the flight, September 11th, 2001.
In a cruel piece of irony, the flight arrived into New York about 30 minutes before American Airlines Flight 11 struck the North Tower of the World Trade Center in Lower Manhattan. Concorde was promptly grounded again, returning to full revenue services on November 7th, 2001.
The fallout of the September 11th attacks resulted in the souring of the aviation market, and thus operational costs rocketed in light of lower passenger numbers. British Airways began making a loss on every single flight they made and thus singled Concorde out for retirement in early 2003. G-BOAF made it's final flight and the final flight of a Concorde on November 26th, 2003, departing Heathrow for it's home base of Filton, but not before a 3 hour flight across the Bay of Biscay. Upon landing the aircraft was officially retired along with the entire Concorde fleet, but not after accumulating 18,257 flying hours, performing 6,045 landings and making 5,639 supersonic transits.
Until 2010 the aircraft was on public display, but has since been closed. Filton Aerodrome itself was closed in December 2012, and intentions are to build on the former site. Plans are in motion though to construct a museum to house both G-BOAF and several other products of the Filton Factory.
"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