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it's so convenient to be able to change the look slightly by changing the hairstyle i bet many brides might wish that on the day.
[...] Memories are the treasures that we keep locked deep within the storehouse of our souls, to keep our hearts warm when we are lonely [...]
-- Quote by Becky Aligada
Nikon D70, Tokina 12-24 f/4, 12mm - f/13 - 1/60s - HDR 3xp +2/-2EV
Civitella S.Paolo, Italy (January, 2010)
So many good times with our son...never to be forgotten. Just a portion of the "wall of fame" :) Got smart...after a couple of concussions....stopped the football stuff.
Prima foto che ho sottilmente ritoccato per quanto riguarda la luminosità.
In realtà questo "porta lettere" è di mia mamma,e dentro ci sono più che altro i suoi ricordi:qualche lettera,qualche bolletta pagata,alcune foto,e chissà che altro...E' sempre affascinante ritrovarsi di fronte a qualcosa che,in qualche modo,racchiude in se il tempo trascorso.
This is the first photos I subtly adjusted for brightness.
Actually, this is my mom's "brings letters", and inside there are her memories: some letters, some bills paid, some pictures, and who knows what else... It's always fascinating find himself faced with something that somehow retains the elapsed time.
Our last shot of the Utah Railway on our trip. It was no doubt the best day of railfanning I'd ever had with a good group of guys. Most know etiquette for goobing. First there gets to pick their spot then everyone else works around him. If you're in front of the guy you ask if you're alright where you are. This format was followed until Kendra decided he was going to go crashing down the hill about 100ft as the bitch rolled up on us. Well played KO!!! It was a great trip with a lot of laughs and way less frustration than I was expecting. I will remember it for a long time. Especially the fact that Kenny is a cow fucker, Justin punches like a little bitch, and Jesse has a little loadstone in him... I said it. So long Utah!!! Onto Wyoming we went...
This is a archive shot I recently processed using a Lomo action in Photoshop. I really liked the effect and quite frankly this shot brings a lot of emotion for me though putting the reasons into words seems rather difficult. Of course it obviously brings back memories of spring and fresh new growth. But it also speaks to me of a final resting place. Quite a range of emotions.
Hope everyone has a great Tuesday and thanks as always for the friendship and inspiration!
Anterograde amnesia is a loss of the ability to create new memories after the event that caused the amnesia, leading to a partial or complete inability to recall the recent past, while long-term memories from before the event remain intact. To a large degree, anterograde amnesia remains a mysterious ailment because the precise mechanism of storing memories is not yet well understood, although it is known that the regions involved are certain sites in the temporal cortex, especially in the hippocampus and nearby subcortical regions.
Archive edit from a shooting carried out in my attic near Paris. Nice & soft memory and a look in the eyes i always enjoyed....
Gear was a Nikon 2.5MP camera.
Memory Lapses are temporary installations I photograph to revisit places linked to strong memories, past or recent.
By overexposing reflective material in the process, data becomes absent from the digital file, creating an empty zone in the image that alters reality and distorts our perception : like time and distance do.
December Memories {10-Pack by Natali Designs}
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I don't have the greatest memories. I don't remember much of my past at all. And with another school year coming to an end I am thinking back realizing, gosh I don't barely remember their grades before this one that is ending soon. I already forgot the special little things each of my older kids used to do, how they looked as babies, those chubby little legs, how they looked when they lost their first tooth, how they looked running around in diapers. I don't remember any of this, already .
As parents or to me anyways that is so important to me. I wnt to remember the way that curl fell on their shoulder, the way my little man walks and runs with those little stumpy legs, they way he gives us the side eye jokingly when we mess around with him, my oldest how he used to lay and snuggle with his tush in the air hugging his stuffy, their messy faces when they first started eating. All of these tiny details are the most to me. I never want to forget them. I didn't have the pleasure of photographing all my kids growing up until 4 years ago. I missed so much.
So I take photos, I take a lot of photos. And I will never stop. These moments go by so fast. I can't believe I am going to have a 5th, 4th and second grader in the fall an I barely remember any other year at school before that. Its important for me to have these memories to talk to them about them when they are older and laugh at some, cry at some and shake our head at some even I am sure. Memories stay close to my heart now, because I have the pleasure to capture it all.
I am trying my hand at another 365 project. I failed miserably the first time. But hey, we don't learn and grow if we don't fail. And i;m not one to just give up. So here goes nothing.
1/365 You are growing so fast my man. Skipping and hoping around the yard at fast speeds. I can barely keep up anymore. Your images are always faceless because you are always on the go. Never stop to take it all in. You just go go go. Mama loves the way you skip and run with those wee legs of yours. And the way your curls bounce on your head as you are doing so. Your tiny little suspenders around your hips and the way you hold your hands and arms when you run. Keep on keeping on lil man....
well cant get out to take photos so i was going through some i had taken , this is an old one but it does bring back memories , my cat muppet use to cuddle up besides me for awhile then he would leave me and go outside through the kitchen window to hunt and explore , but he use to catch a mouse and bring it to me as a preasent , either dead or alive , and once brought back a black raven bird , got it through the kitchen window , let it go in the house, so i let it out of the front door, what a little bugger he was though , i do miss him though, i remember once i had to go out for a while , came back and spotted some ginger hairs on my pc chair, they were not muppets as he was black and white , he had only brought one of his female friends in through the kitchen window as well , bless him , i dont have him anymore sadly , as i had to move , he deceided to move across the road to where there was at least six females , the owners didnt mind at all , so that was the last time really i saw him , but this particulary day he spotted me in the front garden , and he wandered across the road with a smaller cat , which looked like him when i first had him as a kitten , so he was showing his son how to fend for himself in the big world , he loved the odd chicken wing and thankfully had a couple from the night before , so went inside and got them , one each , and they both stripped it to the bones, muppet use to eat the bones as well , definately no mess or left overs with him , also while i am thinking about him i use to go to the garage shop daily , and believe it or not , muppet was walking with me all the way and back again , then he just went on his way with his son in tow , a tear appeared in my eyes seeing him and remembering him like i did , presious memories in photos , i hope you like this photo ?sorry old one , hope to put some up very soon , thankyou for the lovely comments so far , love ya xxxx
Play a couple of "memory trigger" records and the view of the Christmas tree from my seat at the computer can momentarily become a little blurred but, hey, salt water is good for the eyes!
There are advantages of spending Christmas on your own. One of them is that you can indulge in sentimental moments...others include having that entire box of chocolates to yourself and as for the alcohol....let it flow, let it flow, let it flow!
Happy Christmas all, and an optimistic 2022.
Family memories on undeveloped film!? Guest blogger Justen Stoodley writes about a bag 'o 110 film from the 1980s!
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