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In Memory
What was it you had said?
Why did you have to go?
Each simple little memory
Now passes by so slow.
I am stuck in the yesterday
Not wanting to accept
The horrid truth that you are gone
Your life taken without threat
This morning you awoke
To face a brand new day
But a cold-hearted terrorist
Took that gift away
Though the grave cry for the lost
In the settling of the dust
They failed to shake our foundation
For in God we put our trust.
Michelle Lynn McPeters
Off work tomorrow so see you all then
Short TimeLapse film created in Newport during June 2016.
In the beginning, I just wanted to create something which will remind me one year of studies in the city. I ended up with this video which was more hard to film than I was expecting.
The filming itself took only one month but final creating of timelapses took me almost 3 months (I had more things to do - job, school).
It was my first attempt to film a TimeLapse. I hope you will enjoy it.
Used equipment:
Nikon D5200
Nikon 18-55mm f/3,5-5,6 G AF-S DX VR II
Nikon 55-300mm f/4,5-5,6 AF-S DX G ED VR
An abstract macro photograph of a Ferrite Memory Core plane from an early IBM mainframe computer. This image shows a grid of fine wire threaded through tiny magnetic ferrite rings called cores. Magnetic core memory, a type of random-access memory (RAM), was introduced in 1955 and succeeded in the 1970s by solid-state memory in integrated circuits.
The Museum of Modern Art has three in its permanent collection, but none on display.
I construct my memories with my present. I am lost, abandoned in the present. I try in vain to rejoin the past: I cannot escape.
jean paul satre
This is one of the few souvenirs I bought at Alcatraz Island outside of San Francisco when I visited the notorious prison earlier this year.
Memories - either good or bad both bring tears in our eyes yet we cherish them.
Let us remember our good memories and keep moving to create new ones...Good Morning Friends!
A bit of nostalgia ~
When I first saw this, it immediately brought back memories of my standing in the doorway of our bathroom (at about the age of three) and with total and complete fascination watching my Daddy take a brush that looked just like this (except it had a burgundy wooden handle) and brush white stuff all over his face before he shaved.
One day my Mom didn't see or hear me for awhile and decided she'd better check to see what I was into. She found me standing precariously on the edge of the tub. I had somehow gotten the medicine cabinet door opened and been able to pull down the brush from the lowest shelf. I was on tiptoe trying to see myself in the mirror as I brushed my face. My Mom said, "You know, honey, girls don't shave their faces. Only men do." And I assured her that I knew that, but I just wanted to see what that brush felt like.
Fast forward several years to college. Blushes then were either little pancake tubs of 'rouge' or they were liquid in tiny plastic squeeze bottles. They had JUST come out with the brush-on ones and I tried one for the first time. The moment it touched my skin it brought back that memory of my trying to use my Daddy's shaving brush.
I still like the feel of a soft brush on my face. It reminds me of him.
If you don't know if you should stay
If you don't say what's on your mind
Baby just breathe
There's nowhere else tonight we should be
...If you go now, I'll understand
If you stay, hey, I've got a plan
We're gonna make a memory
You wanna steal a piece of time
You can sing the melody to me
And I can write a couple of lines
~
Si no sabes si deberías quedarte,
si no sabes lo que pasa por tu mente...
sólo respira.
No hay ningún otro sitio donde deberíamos estar esta noche.
...
Si te vas ahora, lo entenderé,
si te quedas, tengo un plan.
Podemos hacer memoria.
¿Quieres robarme un pedazo de tiempo?
Puedes cantar la melodía, y yo escribir un par de versos...
(Bon Jovi - (Do you want to) Make a memory)
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Many have spent lives here, their sweat on the walls, their breath still in the air. Their life, their lifes work, left to slowly decay, to be vandalized. Left for ruin. What does it all amount to in the end? A false memory? even those die out.
An old grain mill in Waterloo.
Heh, I honestly can't believe there was a roll of film in my 67II from last *fall* that I finally got around to finishing & developing :D
Photography by Ismael Barrera
As the light hits every surface, reflecting and creating perspective. The beauty can be seen. Sometimes the unusual addition of monochrome space can enhance the our sense of appreciation. Perhaps the uniformity of what we see… or perhaps that the lack of color. Either way, the introduction of the same scene with a completely new elements will engender everlasting memories. Adding to our vast collection of little moments, evocative mind images that contrast the happiness we experience in our lifetimes.
Memories are a way of holding on to holding on to the things you love, the things you are, and the things you never want to lose.
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Thinking about memory lanes that you seldom stroll down; bright joys that lie just out of sight; hints of green summer days and happiness carefully filed away; so close but just out of reach.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=lVdDtIqRwh0
Inside the abandoned Barber Mill.