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My friend Chris hasn't driven the car in a little over 2 years but life happens things change he hated to do it but found it a good home and sold it to a friend.
A few years back Chris put in a '94 Ford Motorsport 302 crate motor and a TCI aod transmission. Still running strong. He cleaned her up and said good bye.
太魯閣號的行李架，宛如一卷底片，承載著記憶，隨著旅人，一路北上。
The luggage rack of the train was reflected as film sprockets which carries beautiful memories with the traveler, heading towards home.
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Frankie isn't like everyone else around her she is constantly plagued by memories of people she's never even met! On her first day at Monster High she immediately gets on the Monster Mafia's bad side when she steals Clawd Wolf away from Draculaura at her 16 birthday. Now she's locked in an eternal conflict both in school and in her mind. Will she survive?
It'll be a while before the first episode is up but hope everyone enjoyed this! Love y'all ♥
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 :)
Aurora, CO --- The pieces in an antique store have so many memories and stories attached to them. Future owners of these treasures will probably never truly know how memorable these items were to their previous owners.
The second of this series... an old, very much abandoned house off an Iowa gravel road with a tombstone right outside the back door. It has not been abandoned long enough that a family wouldn't have lived in the house well after the stone was placed (dated 1894). Interesting place...
Photograph taken at an altitude of Six metres, at 16:41pm on Saturday 5th July 2013 off the Viking Coastal trail on the sea front in Reculver , a coastal resort about three miles east of Herne Bay in south-east England, in a ward of the same name, in the City of Canterbury, district of Kent.
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In memory of San Francisco Fire Department Lieutenant Vincent Perez and Firefighter - Paramedic Anthony Valero who were fatally injured while fighting a house fire on June 2 2011 , Coit Tower was bathed in red light. Coit Tower exists in great part due to a bequeathment by Lillie Hitchcock Coit (1842 - 1929), a wealthy wacky woman of San Francisco who greatly admired the Fire Department. It is probably no small coincidence Coit Tower greatly resembles the nozzle of a firehouse.
RIP, Firemen, and thank you for your hard work and dedication. Your sacrifice won't be forgotten.
Our memory is a landscape, our bodies are its map. We can trace lines with our fingers that will take us down roads, we can find markings that symbolize a monument in our past; these are our scars.
For a series on mapping, I took to photographing the physical and psychological impression scars leave on a person. The ambiguity of the physical in the photograph is to pair with the ambiguity of the quote, not depicting the incident or injury, but acting as a brief view into the human psyche. Rather than romanticized and sensationalized, the photographs are gritty depictions of gritty truths.
The series Memory Markings has been made into a limited edition book which can be bought at Toronto's Gladstone Hotel briefly.
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 ....
'Memory' by Humphrey King & Zzzero-X / contians elements of 'ArtFan07' by uvw916a www.flickr.com/photos/25023895@N02/7205794132/
Traveling down memory lane
is not all black 'n white
Traveling down memory lane
is not all lacking light.
Traveling down memory lane
is not eye filled with tears
Traveling down memory lane
brings fresh and soothing air.
Traveling down memory lane
is love & pain, fun with friends
Traveling down memory lane
is full of curves and bends.
Traveling down memory lane
is a test of time and mind
Traveling down memory lane
is a joy of it's kind.
~ Ralph Acosta
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.
As the nights start to get longer and you can feel a chill in the air the scorching heat of the summer seems a distant memory.
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.
Photography: Pablo&Pablo
Model: Maria Jose Cuellar
First Assistant: Tavo Davila
Special Thanks to: Municipalidad de Guatemala and Transmetro