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gang olsena to our Polish friends...
the office went to germany for a mere 2½ days. I had borrowed a D200 with a 16 Gb memory card from my father-in-law, so you will be there a good deal longer :)
memories first don't affect us
Memories- hurt us until we don't know
Memories- Make us cry
Memories sometimes are all we have, that is why they hurt and make us cry because they are all we have.
60 / 120. I remember ....
When I was a child in this neighborhood, the rule among most families was to "return home when the streetlights come on". Until then we ran and rode our bicycles freely through the streets on warm summer evenings - but as soon as those lights went on we would scatter and head for our homes quickly! Many things have changed here over the years, but these lights are the same ... provoking a nice memory when I visited recently ....
Artwork made from a photo I took a while back of a lovely view in Longwood Gardens~ from a wonderful romantic trip my husband and I took together. When you can't go on vacations, then embrace the present and also enjoy the memories you have.
Hope you're enjoying your weekend!
My brother and sister gave me this rose in a pot in memory of my late husband. The first bloom came well ahead of the usual flowering season.
That is the frozen lake behind the trees. :-)
No cropping. Softened with Orton.
Lake Erie, Geneva State Park, Ohio – February 16, 2008
You left me lost and broken,
I still can’t find my way.
Months have passed real slowly,
But it’s harder every day.
I will never forget you,
Though we are far apart,
I miss you so much,
And love you with all my heart.
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Rückseite: "Zum Andenken von Ihrer Kollegin Rosa Mayrhofer. München."
Riverse Side: "In memory from your colleague Rosa Mayrhofer. Munich."
Tissue Memory
© 2013 Kristine Jabbour
Even when the mind forgets
The body remembers.
Put in a certain position
I’ve ground my teeth in rage
Put in another and tears have spouted
A hot spring newly excavated.
In another I’m in bliss, as if born for this.
All the while, my mind is in the dark
No inkling as to why I have these reactions.
1000 hours in meditation might
Illuminate these mysteries
But I probably don’t want to know.
My body is releasing its reservoirs of poison
On its own, in its time, without supervision
And I suspect it’s protecting my conscious self
Knowing how fragile it is
Despite its arrogant bravado.
They say the mind controls the body
But I don’t think that’s completely true.
Whenever my mind falls short
It’s my body that carries me home.
The Dell Children's Hospital is built on one corner of the former Robert Mueller Airport. This is the colorful children's play area -- its actually a maze of concentric circles. This view is looking through some of the portholes. June 1, 2007.
Copyright 2007, Steve Hopson.
Dang I wish I could recreate this look in photoshop...I guess you can call this a REAL instagram LOL! Have yet to find a retro or vintage action that can recreate such a look. Anyhow, there are a lot of memories in this photo. The first is the station wagon. A Ford Torino that my mom loved. And, I learned about street racing in. The flowering peach tree. the rose bush under the window. And well, the house I grew up in.
I will start with the car. It was utilitarian that's for sure. Held lots of groceries, carried newspapers stacked in the back from top to bottom, front to rear, to the recycling plant or to our school newspaper drives. Anyone remember those? Parents would drop off bags (brown paper grocery bags usually) that held neatly stacked newspapers they had been saving up. The newspapers were then unloaded in front of the school where each class had its 'space' marked off. At the end of the day, when the recycler would come to pick em all up, we would find out which classroom had the most newspapers. That class would win popsicles as a prize.
Okay, so the street racing part...yea that was fun! Back in the day, we didn't wear seatbelts, we didn't have child safety seats (well none that would actually save a child in a crash. But then again most cars were the size of boats and made of metal too). Mom and I would be sitting at a stoplight on a straight away and a car would pull up next to us. I learned that if a car next to you revs its engine, the next thing to happen was mom saying (without moving her lips...) "hold on!". Next thing I knew we were hauling ass thru the green light and the car that had dared to challenge the 'ol lady in the station wagon' would be left behind wondering what just happened. I can still remember being sucked back in the seat as she hit the gas pedal and bolted forward squealing a tire or two. She never got a ticket and she never lost :).
Another memory about the car, the back seat folded down extended the cargo area quite a bit (which is why it held a lot of groceries and newspapers). She would fold the back seat down and I'd get to ride in the back. Sometimes my nephew, who was a few years younger than me would go along because mom babysat for him a lot. Well, my mom knew all the corners, all the hills, all the pothole pitted streets, and the winding roads around town. And yes, brake checks at stoplights and signs were mandatory. LOL we would slip and slide all over the back of that car because the cargo area was metal and had a colored texture to it...but I think that was just for looks. It was a blast! Flipping back from a sitting position and ending up with your feet in the air and your head smacking that metal 'floor' was a given. It was even more fun if she had just cleaned the car because the back would be wiped down with a rag and armorall. Don't know what she was thinking, I mean who armorall's metal? But going for a slip and slide ride around town was awesome!
The flowering peach tree. Every year mom would look forward to it blooming beautiful pink blossoms. It was usually around Easter time. It didn't bear edible fruit, but she didn't care. She always stood admiring her tree with a smile on her face and always told me how much she loved that thing. It really was pretty. Small as it was, it managed to hold a small tree house. She wasn't exactly happy about nails in her tree, but she let us keep it. Damage was done after all, why not I guess. The tree eventually got a bug and had to be removed. I think she cried when that happened, I do know she never replaced the tree. I also know many Easter Day photos were taken with the tree in full bloom.
The rose bush. Another item my mother adored. I don't know where it came from, when it was actually planted, or any other back story. I can only tell you what I personally remember. It produced beautiful large red roses. She took very good care of it, fertilizer, water, pruning, etc. And of course the pride and happiness that always showed on her face when it bore big red blooms. After many years it turned sort of wild, looked different, looked um well, old. But still gave a show with red blooms. Not as large but still pretty. Each year we thought would be the bush's last because its roses were becoming less and less frequent and were smaller and smaller. Yet, the plant held on.
After I had children the rose bush was still there trying its best to be pretty next to the newer roses that had been planted. None of us had the heart to remove the bush and it became a joke that it was so old it forgot how to die. Well, one afternoon, my mom and I pulled into the driveway and we both looked at the rosebush, which had produced several roses just days before, and then looked at each other. It was laying on its side like a fallen tree. A surreal scene that neither of us had words for at the moment. We got out of the car and went to see what was wrong. The rose bush, gallant and gracious as it was with its few green leaves and handful of small rosebuds, had succumbed to a gopher eating its roots. It had to be a good 30 years old when that happened. Mother was bummed and I let her deal with her rose bush...feeling we should bury it or something. The other roses that had been planted I believe were also gopher grub. None were ever replaced.
the house I grew up in. It remains in the family, has been updated, and used to bear the marks of a childs growth on a door frame inside. Lots of birthdays, Holidays, memories and moments were shared in that house. The good, the bad, the in between. It's the nest we all eventually left.
so there you have it. A handful of memories in a snapshot....life frozen in time.
Memories of warmer days, in this case. It's been on the cold side, in the single digits since the recent storm of last week. It's common, we always seem to get a cold spell after a storm, people rush to get the snow cleared, and get back indoors. Didn't work out quite as well as expected around town with the street clearing, the cold came and got the best of us, hardened ice patches a couple of inches thick, with bare spots in between. Ice covered washboard roads, and people driving real slowly, it's almost eerie to see, and with the cold temps, to hear the tires of vehicles squeak as they move along.
This photo to brighten up those thoughts, warm and inviting, lazy days gone by.
Daylight, see the dew on the sunflower
And a rose that is fading
Roses wither away
Like the sunflower I yearn to turn my face to the dawn
I am waiting for the day
Now Old Deuteronomy, just before dawn
Through a silence you feel you could cut with a knife
Announces the cat who can now be reborn
And come back to a different jellicle life
Memory, turn your face to the moonlight
Let your memory lead you
Open up, enter in
If you find there the meaning of what happiness is
Then a new life will begin
Memory, all alone in the moonlight
I can smile at the old days
I was beautiful then
I remember the time I knew what happiness was
Let the memory live again
Burnt out ends of smokey days
The stale cold smell of morning
The streetlamp dies, another night is over
Another day is dawning
Daylight, I must wait for the sunrise
I must think of a new life
And I mustn't give in
When the dawn comes tonight will be a memory too
And a new day will begin
Sunlight, through the trees in the summer
Endless masquerading
Like a flower as the dawn is breaking
The memory is fading
Touch me, it's so easy to leave me
All alone with the memory
Of my days in the sun
If you touch me you'll understand what happiness is
Look, a new day has begun
i have a cold, so i'm not spending as much time on my photos as i should.
anyway, my camera ate my memory card, and i had another broken one lying around, so i figured i'd just shoot them and get it over with. :)
The opening of the Fanzone in Victoria Square a free event, Christchurch February 13, 2015 New Zealand.
Situated at Victoria Square from 13-23 February, the Fanzone will be a hub for cricket fans of all ages and will be the starting point for the ICC Cricket World Cup 2015 New Zealand Fantrail that leads all the way to Hagley Oval.
The Fanzone will feature something for everyone with food and beverage stands, backyard cricket games, prize giveaways, family days, face-painting, cult-movies and live big-screen coverage of all the games from Hagley Oval.
Sanjeeb Chowhdury, a legendary singer of Bangladesh died a few years ago. We miss him, we remind him. A concert was held to remind his memory. His sketch on the wall by painting.
Does anyone ever get that feeling when you listen to a song and you remember random memories linked to it, like everytime? I always remember going to Bournemouth when I hear Train's 'Save me, San Francisco' album and remember a random trip to Ikea when I hear 'Half of my Heart' or 'Who Says' by John Mayer. I find it really weird, but super cool. :-)
To show the use of the multimemory plugin in Munin to monitor easily memory leak. As this Perl services was processing around 5000 DNS answers per second, I finally figured out that the the issue was coming from a specific Perl module use (Date::Manip). That's another good reason to extend munin to match your needs.
www.foo.be/cgi-bin/wiki.pl/2011-03-05_Monitoring_Memory_o...
A guardrail located in the Rocky Mountains, a visitor log for everyone that has passed through the region.
10 years have passed since the very first Neo Blythe was released in Japan.
Over the years, we have released more than 170 Blythe and shared many happy memories with people all over the world. We like to thank everyone for your love and support for Blythe throughout the years! To celebrate her 10th anniversary, we are happy to announce this year's anniversary doll "10 Happy Memories".
Thanks to the group "115 Pictures in 2015" this Teddybear sat perky and bright.....although a little bit worse for wear after 35 years in the loft. Teddy now at 69 years old, was Janina's (my cuddly wife) favorite when she was 3 years of age.
Theme #47 - A Childhood Memory
Thanks for being so patient Keron!
This was done for my 1:1 exchange with the colourguru..... www.flickr.com/photos/thecolourguru/