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Dark Memory, by Jonathan Latimer
Permabooks P194, 1953
Cover art uncredited
Originally published in 1940 by Doubleday, Doran & Co.
18 Mar 2007 - Renamed "Memories and Flashbacks" by Ms Soccer is Back in the Title Me group.
From this photo it looks like this homeless man is looking at the man pushing a baby & who knows...maybe he is wishing things had turned out different & he had a baby. I took this pix in York, England.
After numerous comments, I ran the pix through Neat Image & then replaced the pix.
Tai Hang (Chinese: 大坑) (Meaning: The Big Water Channel) is an area southeast of Causeway Bay located in the mid-north of Hong Kong Island in Hong Kong. The area is mainly residential. One interesting recent development in the plain north is that many new and special restaurants were opened, making Tai Hang a hot spot for dining and leisure.
大坑位於香港島區，位於銅鑼灣以南掃桿埔以北，是香港的一個傳統住宅區。沿着浣紗街及鄰近街道，泊車十分方便，近年有不少特式餐廳進駐，成為一個不少年青人及一家人飲食的好去處。
Hong Kong • 香港 '12
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Денис Фроловский
... о сырой земле и пронизанной солнечными лучами зелени, о влажных камнях ..., об ароматах антионов и лесных фиалок, о подернутых плесенью, трухлявых стволах упавших деревьев
Another shot from the Lakes in April this was on the afternoon we went for afternoon tea at Storrs Hal. The grounds are wonderful with fantastic views over Lake Windermere
:) mình nge nói "......." . Vậy là mất hết rồi ha . nhanh qá . mình còn ngỡ ngàng đó . cách đây vài phút mình còn cười màh . sao h mắt mủi tèm nhem vậy nèh :| mình thật sự k biết mình đã làm sai j nữa . là sao vậy ? trốn tránh mình hả - vậy nên lạnh nhạt - - k onl . tsao không nói thẳng với mình . mình có thể chấp nhận và hiểu mà . Biết bao nhiêu kỉ niệm , mình k có quên được đâu , mình còn đang làm và chuẩn bị nhiều thứ nữa kia màh , tsao lại bỏ mình như vậy chứ . mệt mõi qá đi . mình đó ! tsao lúc nào cũng yếu đuối như vậy chứ :( mình đã cố gắng vui nhiều hơn vì anh k thích cứ ủ rũ lo lắng nhảm nhảm vặt vãnh . cũng đã từng hứa người lớn sẽ yêu con nít qài qài luôn mà . bõ nít thật rồi đúng k . 1 chút t.c hình như cũng k còn đúng k ?! nghe nói sắp đi xa thật xa ...... mình đã chuẫn bị thật nhiều thứ . để vào ngày hôm đó mình cho vào hộp rồi có thể tặng anh để anh nhớ đến mình - đừng quên mình - rồi còn cả dự định nhà cửa yên ổn r` sẽ rủ anh đi chơi nữa . k còn kịp nữa đúng k . thật sự em rất nhớ anh ! em rất yêu anh ! nhưng mà hình như em k có đủ sức để giữ anh lại bên em . anh có thể yêu em thêm 1 lần nữa k anh ? .......
Chẳng có ai mà nắm tay em lạ lùng như anh vậy :)) ai lại nhè lúc em đang xem bói cho anh màh nắm chứ :))
chẳng ai xem em là con nít như anh hết :"> r` lại còn hay gọi em bằng những cái tên rất là mĩ miều nữa =))
cũng k ai lại gây với người yêu cũa mình nhiều như anh =))) khùng quá đi mất =)) lại còn chê em mập nữa kia =)) màh toàn bảo là em tròn tròn ;))
"Anh yêu em" .....
" haizzz anh nhớ em quá đi " .......
" Quỳnh Heo ! " .......
" Em ăn sáng chưa ? đang làm gì đó ? " ......
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Còn nhiều nhiều những điều màh em k quên kia kìa nhiều lắm ... Chưa bao giờ em yêu ai lâu và nhiều như anh . Lạ thật :) . Không biết anh còn giữ những thứ lặt vặt em tặng anh k ha ? chắc k rồi :(
Anh k còn yêu em nữa ... em không thễ giữ được anh . cũng như k giữ được hạnh phúc bản thân . lại để nó mất thêm 1 lần nữa . Em lại k thể cười tươi được nữa rồi - khóc mãi chán quá đi
.Em rất muốn nói chuyện với anh . em muốn hỏi nhiều lắm . anh sao rồi ? .. em lo ..... Những thứ đồ chuẩn bị biết cất vào đâu nhỉ , chắc mình sẽ để lại giữ làm kỉ niệm thôi . dù sao thì cũng đâu ai cần đến nó nữa .
Àh anh này . dù thế nào thì hi vọng là anh biết em yêu anh nhiều lắm ! em không quên được anh đâu .. tạm biệt ngày 2/10/2009 nhé .
Use of juxtaposition. I am trying to suggest in the photo (by showing two younger versions of the ladies behind) that the ladies in deckchairs are thinking back to the time when they were young, playful, innocent and carefree and slightly less plump. A desire to start again, wind the clock back and do things differently.
No processing except cropping.
Donkey Rides for children were a common sight on many UK beaches when I was a child & I remember the thrill & excitement of shrieking children pestering their parents for rides up & down the beach. Sadly, some of the donkeys were overworked & not very well looked after but this was corrected when animal protection organisations stepped in & rules concerning the working animals were introduced. Nowadays it is a rare sight to see donkeys working on beaches so it brought back many happy childhood memories to see these on the beach in Llanelli, Wales.
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They are images that remain in our memories and for some reasons human beings remain frozen in awe before a sunset over water. It is like the time is slowing down and we are waiting to see the end of this magic moment we try to keep in our memories for ever.
The silhouette of this mother and young son admiring the colors of the sun and its reflections on the lake reminds us, adults, of similar memories of a time that seemed remote and peaceful in comparison with the aggressions we feel in our current and modern city lives.
Hopefully this child will remember this magic moment spent with his mom.
Nikon D700 and lens Leica Telyt-R 350mm f/4.8. Taken with Monopod at ISO 1600, f/8 and 1/4000s.
Åndalsnes Memories Looking forward to retuning in this direction to explore further in a few months time. Lots of exciting new things in the pipe line You can find me at →→→→→→ : ) Website Facebook EyeOfAlens Instagram via 500px ift.tt/1nRV6FP
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These are some of my great grandfathers things. Papa Whit Whiteside. The scribbling on the book is his handwriting. I added a tone of sepia overcast to the photo.
Irish Memories - For some, an Irish bar in America is a place to enjoy special whiskey, ale, beer and stout and hopefully have good memories.
This is first in a series of 4 images shot handheld, in a dim to dark bar. A good camera and great glass really makes a difference.
Nazem Al-Ghazali's house disappeared and disappeared with the beautiful melodies .. The remainder of this Part and with the memories alone ...
In one of the alleys Mutanabi - Baghdad ...
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Nazem Al-Ghazali : an Iraqi singer is dead .. Is one of the finest artists of his time .. Is part of the heritage of Iraq .. Is this what is left of our heritage !!!
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Memories are those events where we feel like an individual participating in the world. If you don't consider the participation then you become selfish, if you don't consider the being an individual then you become invisible.
By Trevor Butcher, Artist
For my images as prints, canvases and phone cases: www.ltpphotography.wordpress.com
A number of years ago my wife and I along with two friends at Swan Lake started exploring the lakes around us in our kayaks.
See Only Love....one of my many mottos.
When we look at life through eyes of love, the world is such a beautiful place.
Blessings to my friends...may you experience many opportunities to create memories of love that you can keep close to your heart.
Textures courtesy of JoesSistah
Remind Me of What I Loved
Recently, a friend shared this story that she had read. I was touched by it's powerful message about what matters most in life. Warning: You may need a tissue handy!
Remind Me of What I Loved
by Caroline Myss
While on my recent book tour for Defy Gravity , I had lunch at the Ritz-Carlton in Philadelphia. Seated at the next table were a mother and daughter. I learned through the fine art of eavesdropping that the daughter had taken her mother out for lunch to celebrate her 92nd birthday. Even though the mother was all dressed up, she still reminded me of a lovely little hummingbird, so tiny and fragile. As is the case with most people in their 90s, they no longer initiate conversation. So it was her daughter who did most of the talking, and since the daughter and I were practically seated back-to-back, it was impossible not to hear her as she reminisced about people who had once filled their lives.
"Well, those people were bad news, Mom. They weren't really that nice to you," said the daughter.
"Oh, I don't remember that," was the mother's response as she kept her eyes on her lunch, reorganizing her salad with her fork. The subject changed to the mother's sister, and though I couldn't hear the details (as I really wasn't eavesdropping in full gear—yet), I then heard the daughter say: "It's true. Your sister was no angel."
Hearing that comment, I glanced over at the mother to see her response.
"Funny, but I can't recall those things," said the lovely birthday hummingbird as she kept her eyes focused on her lunch. Her daughter then shifted the conversation to memories of her mother's marriage to her father. Though I could not hear most of the specifics, it just happened that I heard her say: "Oh, Mom, I could tell you stories about Dad, believe me. You had a rough time with him."
"I did?" the mom replied, never revealing her eyes. "I don't remember."
"You sure did." And just as the daughter began to elaborate on those difficult times, this little hummingbird of a mother put down her fork and made direct eye contact with her daughter. With the most gentle smile on her face, she said: "I don't want to remember those things anymore, Ann. Remind me, now, of what I loved. Remind me of what I loved about your father. I only want to be reminded of love."
That line not only drew the breath out of her daughter; it completely captivated my attention. I sat perfectly still. I could actually feel the impact that request had upon the daughter's heart. The mother had shot an arrow directly into the bitter wounds that were obviously possessing her daughter.
Now my eavesdropping on their intimate conversation was deliberate. I had to hear the daughter's response. I had to watch her face as she grappled with her mother's request to utilize her heart as a means to access memories of love she herself could no longer recall. It was obvious the daughter wanted to refuse her mother's request, but how could she? This was her mother's 92nd birthday. Saying no was not an option. I even found an excuse to adjust my chair so that I could observe the daughter's expressions as she psychically allowed her mother's well-worn heart to board her shattered heart in order to travel back in time. Sojourning into memories in search of love instead of pain was not something the daughter had anticipated. Love, after all, is the most healing of graces. She took a deep breath and with a much softer voice, she said, "Well, Mom," then in a much softer tone of voice, "you loved the way Dad used to tease you."
"I did?" the mother asked.
"Yes, you did. And he always gave you roses on your birthday, Mom. Today Dad would have given you a lovely bouquet of roses because you love roses," the daughter said.
"Oh," said the mother, her smile becoming more illuminated. "I think I remember that."
"And you know that heart [necklace] you always wear, the one around your neck right now? Well, Dad surprised you with that on your 25th wedding anniversary," the daughter said. The mother reached for the small gold heart around her neck, touching it gently with her fingers. "No wonder I never want to take this off," she said.
Then, this exquisite little hummingbird of a mother noticed her daughter was wiping away tears from her eyes. She reached across the table for her daughter's hand and said, "Honey, don't wait until you're my age to have to ask someone else to remind you of what you loved in your life. Be wise enough to remind yourself of that every day because someday those memories might just fade away like mine did and the memories I miss the most are about the people I know I loved."
By this time, I was wiping away tears. As I watched this mother and daughter embrace, I recognized the healing handiwork of grace as only grace could so elegantly and silently transform a conversation filled with pain into one that lifted the weight from a daughter's heart. Only the power of grace could transform a mother into the rare air of the Sage, gifting her daughter wisdom from her soul so powerful as to transform the whole of her life within the content of a couple of sentences.
This conversation captured the essence of what it means to "defy gravity." In an instant, this daughter had released the weight of past wounds, replacing them with the healing force of wisdom and love. Ordinary words could never have accomplished such a feat. Healing is indeed a mystical experience, and one never knows when grace will come to call. I left that lunch having imprinted the request of that precious 92-year-old woman into my heart: Remind me of what I love. What could be a more splendid prayer of reflection than that? And what a gift they were to me on my book tour. I will always believe that being seated next to them was no accident.
“When all is done, you must look in your own heart to know the truth. It lies at some middle depth, half-truths above, half-truths below. Even my truth, what I tell you know, is colored to fit my vision. Find your own truths as best you can, only remember that few are courageous enough to tell a tale of which they are not the hero.” ― Alida Van Gores, Mermaid's Song
Going through the archives and I find myself loving this image more and more. It is as if time makes a photo so much more rich emotionally and artistically for me once time has had a chance to age the memory, the moment, the feeling.
Kellee Dohrman and Jameson Henkle, I plan to be in your area in the middle of July timeframe and would love to make some acro art in the Redwoods. Just saying.
Such a beautiful and graceful Mermaid Kellee Dohrman!!! Flyer: @k.dohrman_acroandyoga
Base: @knalubalance
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