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This memory photo is composed of 4 photos all taken on the same walk with the same camera and lens. Sunday morning walk around East Austin, TX.
As time passes memories that were once so clear, seem to become scratched, they become distorted and eventually they are forgotten.
I think this is why I take so many photographs. Life is precious and I don't want to forget a single second of it. Being able to look at a photograph and remember exactly what you were feeling when you took it and who was stood next to you is a wonderful thing. I guess that's how my memory works, my memories are linked to visuals. I like that.
Wow, I have been working so hard these past few weeks. A big part of that has been building a website for my fine art photography. My commercial site just isn't appropriate. The new site looks great and should be live in a day or so.
Another from "The Grace of Memory" series. It has been a real pleasure to photograph these water falls. You would be amazed how cold mist blowing off these falls will scour your nasal passages. I have caught a cold each time I've gone out to make these images. Nothing like it though, standing front and center of a hundred foot waterfall.
Crawling Memories.
Elfennau allu gwrthsefyll pulsating cwyno oblegid dimensiwn yn fflamio uchder,
تطويق أبراج الاهوال الاصطناعية مشرق شبح الخبيث الذي لا يمحى ل,
πονηριά ραγδαία βροντή σκληρή στολίδια τρεμάμενος εμφανίσεις έντυσε,
אהבת זהב יקרה ישנה קינות אין ספור,
canzoni lussureggianti forte dolci occhi posti letto,
tremblant nuages fours fatigués inspirations identités triomphants sang de folie en prison,
voluptatibus visus es zelum annihiletur explorantur,
течет трудолюбивый ползучая обманы тревожные сообщения написать,
odeslány pastorky hrob fialové ohnivé let klesá,
delírios turbilhões dormita caminhos insuportáveis aparece,
süllyedő könnyek csillagos evilági nyögések nyújtás lehetetlen meghaladó megsemmisítés,
doimhneacht unfathomed comhrá chomhdhlúthú mian Nós Nua weeps,
Sanftmut Kriecherei Nächte Verdunkelung Bergen kalt,
病気の谷は耐用年数を散乱させる白濁煙を呼び出す!
Steve.D.Hammond.
I was visiting with my mother this weekend and she was showing me her high school photographs and annual. The picture on the left is where her best friend signed the back of the album and the photo on the right is her Senior year picture.
This is our box of memories. It contains various bits of ephemera Catherine and I have collected over the last twenty of so years; the bill from our first Valentine's meal, the property details leaflet for our first house, the hospital tags from when our children were born, and so on.
We used to keep them in a money-box shaped like a rocking horse, but the memories outgrew that. This is more conventional, but bigger.
'Memories' for We're Here.
. . . of time with friends on a winter holiday on the Isle of Skye . . .
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I struggle with letting go of sentimental things, but I also struggle with keeping things shoved to the back of closets. I was talking to a friend about this and she suggested I take photos of the items then pass them on. Brilliant! Done! These are my grandmother's knitting needles. I inherited her love of quilting and crocheting, but not knitting so I gave them to a friend w will breath new life into them.
I like that the brand name "Hero" is in focus. My grandmother is one of my heros.
One of the core memory boards hanging in our office collection… the industry standard for computer memory in the 1960’s. Here you see 18 bytes of memory in 2x3 inches, where each hand-woven ferrite ring can be individually magnetized or not, representing 1 or 0.
Until I took this macro zoom shot, I had not noticed the unusual wiring for the cores on the left. The wiring on the right is standard to core memory arrays (to read and write a magnetic bit to the iron core at the intersection of a particular row and address line).
The core memory arrays would often have parity bits for each data row (for error detection). Perhaps the wiring on the left implements a parity operation. It has repeating loops across pairs of rows. Does this look familiar to anyone?
(The only marking on the 7x9” board is Xak 4292. It has 300 bits in the memory array, with 15 pairs of rows with 10 ferrite cores in each row.)
www.youtube.com/watch?v=48o5rCFFxh8
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Photographs_%26_Memories
Music by Jim Croce many moons ago....
These photos wern't selected for any reason. Just going down memory lane and they reminded me of something I like to remember.
1. Untitled, 2. Untitled, 3. Story Teller, 4. YS Falls, 5. Ice, 6. Destroyed Pier, 7. Fishing Boats, 8. Market, 9. Best Choice, 10. Bluefields Bay, Jamaica, 11. Blue Chevy, 12. Lace and Ink, 13. Paper Boy, 14. Open, 15. Untitled, 16. Water Spots, 17. Draw, 18. Survivor Sue, 19. HFTC, 20. Untitled, 21. Lookin' At Ya, 22. Untitled, 23. 1962 Corvette, 24. That Would Be Me...., 25. Pins, 26. Untitled, 27. Ribbon, 28. Memorial Day 2012, 29. Amber Waves Of Grain., 30. United, 31. Tip Bucket, 32. Class of '12, 33. Open Bar, 34. Untitled, 35. RA, 36. 56 Years
Reconstructing some memories.
Lego Set 6280, year 1996
First and quickly attempt of (photo) shooting at home.
Omoide Yokocho, Piss alley or Memory lane street is a glimpse of traditional in the hearth of modern Tokyo
It struck me yesterday, as I explored the historical sites of once thriving shipyards, the priceless nature of the term ‘living memory’.
A term made all the more poignant as we enter Remembrance Day and collectively recall those no longer with us.
What struck me was just how many questions I’ve wanted to ask since my parents and grandparents left and the gap they leave now they’re no longer around to answer them.
Mum & Dad for example, they were holders of their parents oral traditions, their stories, their experiences and those of their extended friends and family.
Now, leafing through old photo albums or written records I’m suddenly aware of their being nobody left with the answers to the arising questions of who and when or where.
In a way we’re all custodians of living memories, the retainers of records of how things were during our time here.
I’m also wondering now whether my ramblings are in fact a way of reaching through time to generations yet to arrive.
They may well be and equally they may also disappear like all the tape cassettes I made in my youth or the countless notebooks I filled when the business was at full tilt.
Still survive or not, the ramblings serve their own purpose in that they remind me as I’m writing them about what’s happened and how it fits into the wider scheme of things.
Witnessing Mum’s gradual and severe memory loss through vascular dementia seems to have heightened my own interest in the subject of memory.
The close proximity to her experience provided an even greater sense of appreciation for the precious nature of the time any of us have.
And so, yesterday’s visit to the sites of the former shipyards focused in upon the preservation of living memories and a place for these to be held for the wider community.
We met with the heritage architects Donald Insall Associates and they’ve now agreed to design a vital part of the project to return the OAKDALE to the Mersey.
Richard who was with us has award winning experience in the sector and had worked on similar preservation projects before, so we took another great step forward yesterday.
The end result will be a combination of commercial practicality blended with working demonstrations of how things were done on the site over hundreds of years.
Another part of the jigsaw fell into place yesterday in a call from the logistics expert regarding the transportation of the boat from Cumbria back to Merseyside.
As the project manager I’d sought a second opinion and it proved to be the right call as the logistics expert and the shipwright are now firmly on the same page.
Next step is finding a suitable dry-dock for the restoration. The poignant thing being, all this will one day be a distant memory.
Luckily though, there’s plenty of young minds already gathering in the wings, waiting to carry the metaphorical baton ever onwards!
Memories...
Ah memories...
Some vivid, some dull
Some faded, some fresh
Some open, some hidden
Some make me, some break me
Ah memories...
Memories...
Shot taken not so long and it was raining day hence HDR was only option to capture memories . So I stacked 7 diff exp hand held camera to get contrast between sky/clouds and yellow cabs,enjoy Mario.
I used this fun and colourful patchwork fabric to create a memory board. A perfect place to collect a little girl's most precious pictures, postcards and anything else she might fancy...
Saheli, Manikganj, 2011
Don’t look into his eyes, He will made you nostalgic
Don’t touch his weapon; he will transfer you to your childhood
Don’t mess with him, He will assassin you to your memories.
“Gulti” is a very common childhood weapon for village children. First 12 years of my life I was in village. I had this thing. I used to hunt down birds with this tiny weapon. But when I realized that, killing living creatures in this way is very bad and a sin, I quit. I still missed those tension free days.
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Today, in between rain showers, I was able to photograph one of my favorite places. Yes this old beaten down dock. To most, it is no more than that, but to me there is nothing that triggers more memories.
It is this spot that I learned to fish as a child with dad and since have caught literally hundreds of fish from this spot. It was where friends and I would dare each other to jump into the murky waters below. And it was simply a place to get away from it all.
To this day, I try to come here every chance I can and take a second to be thankful for all the simple things in life that I should never take for granted.
Thanks,
Aaron
Taken with Canon 200mm f/2.8 USM L - Color processed with Lightroom 3
When I saw this image it invoked memories of anticipation and loss and so much more. Signal Hill, St.John's, NL.
I used to have a good memory
but I’ve forgotten where it’s gone.
And some people get so ornery
when I forget and things go wrong.
Getting older is full of problems
and the aging process is unkind.
I lost my marbles and other items
when life moved on and left me behind
Dedicated to a fallen brother; a friend to all and a man any one of you would have been proud to know. He fought the good fight for longer than many others could have. Despite his personal troubles, he was always there with his whole heart and soul caring and supporting those around him. He would have given me a serious dressing down had I posted anything somber or depressing, not in his honor. So here's my tribute to you friend, a beautiful autumn scene that I think you would have appreciated. Ride in peace, until that day when we ride together once again.
My apologies for being so sporadic lately, life has a way of creeping up on you at times.
To everyone...it's been a tough year but together we move forward to embrace our future...
MERRY CHRISTMS and ALL BEST WISHES
To Diane Wright for her hand-crafted Angel, and remembering my Sue girl...
Memories Are Sweet N Short
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© Sanhita Bhattacharjee
Kalyanpur,Tripura (India) .