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A number of years ago my wife and I along with two friends at Swan Lake started exploring the lakes around us in our kayaks.
The Senior members of the Rebel Football team burn something that symbolizes what Rebel Football has meant to them. #GreatNight
Been looking through some old photos, this one is from a family holiday to Minorca quite a few years ago now. This was taken at the port of Ciutadella. We stayed in a hotel not far from where this was took. It was funny looking at this, just looking at this shot brought back so many memories of that holiday that I hadn't thought about in years.
It was my Dad that took this.. I think... Theres so many things about it that I like, the boat captured perfectly in the middle, the sky starting to change colour as the sky sets and the walkway down to the left where there were little restaurants sat along the port which we would pass on the walk to and from the hotel. Its a shame its lost some of its quality from being scanned.
ok so its cute, but i was trying a lil experiement and it didnt turn out too bad :) inspired by gwyn
... as we walk in fields of gold
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Memories of my primary school, 1982 when I was in Grade III. This is St. Mary's Convent School, Tumkur City, Karnataka state, India.
We were meant to do a MOC for a contest at Comunidade 0937 to celebrate it's 10th birthday.
So I did a memory book to keep things registered. This one features an important mark for the LUG it was the Fan Weekend at Paredes de Coura and also a party, one of the coolest nights I've had in a long time.
Vídeo Here: www.flickr.com/photos/88457810@N05/28872382300/in/datepos...
So I never liked growing up in Winthrop, and I avoid going there as much as possible. Yet it seems I have a lot to say about it. Kinda weird. This memory map thing is pretty damned interesting.
This memory jug was made by my aunt Jane. Read more about it here: www.weareheavyduty.com/2009/08/09/jane-sigler-burckard-me...
The Roamer was an American luxury car manufactured in Kalamazoo, Michigan. Its resemblance to a certain automobile from the other side of the Atlantic is not accidental and it was actually advertised as "The American Rolls-Royce". To further the comparison the company took to spelling its name with two capitalized "Rs" -- RoameR. Just the vehicle for the prosperous bootlegger and this gent looks very much the part.
Every time we meet someone new, we have a chance to retroactively reinvent ourselves. We tell them stories... what our childhoods were like; how we were in our teens; how we landed (or lost) our first jobs, our first loves... and, each time it happens... depending on the audience... we might just trim or tuck or embroider or completely leave out certain facts.
I know a woman who denies (to her partner) her entire 1980s experience. One day I was visiting and started to tell a hilarious story... which I'd just assumed she had shared with her partner... and suddenly, there she was, standing behind him... waving her arms at me, shaking her head and mouthing 'NO NO NO!!!' Later she explained that she found that whole era of her life terribly embarrassing and chose to just pretend - to herself as well as him - that it simply never happened. An entire decade.
This same woman regularly purges her belongings - clothing, furniture, music, books - to eliminate anything that does not currently fit her identity-du-jour. Essentially, she doesn't like to make "mistakes" - and so prefers to act as though they simply never happened.
I have another friend who does exactly the opposite - believes that his "mistakes" are to be treasured, kept and learned from. He quite happily hauls out pics of his bad 80s hair and even worse outfits and... even when they blow goats... keeps (and listens to!) the worst CDs... just because he bought them.
They're two extreme examples, I suppose. Most of us are probably somewhere in between.
But... memory being imperfect and subjective... I bet we'd all be surprised to see real-time tapes of certain parts of our pasts played back.
I'm writing this now because this pic strikes me as a representation of memory... its layers and levels and complexities... some parts soft and vague and fuzzy... some etched sharply... some aloft... others dark, deep and - ultimately - impenetrable.
Also... like this pic... they have no real objective form. They only exist in the mind and the eye.
I have not been in poem mode at all this year, so I was
surprised when one began to emerge the other day. I'm
not sure it's finished, and the punctuation is all wrong,
but it's all I have for now!
memory foam
the bed has come between us
furniture and issue
when night comes on.
while you sleep
the blue angels bust
the sound barrier.
while you sleep
the lumberjack
whirs his saw blades
my dreams go boom
and poof
I wake in the next room.
bedroom walls
have come between us
blocking the bombardiers
keeping the locomotives
on the track
no more jackhammers
blasting holes in the night.
the bed has come between us.
for good.
I am the perfect sleeper
get my beauty rest
beat my chest like King Koil
in victory
over the "Hammerklavier Sonata"
which you conduct next door
but like Beethoven
never hear.
I have chosen sleep
traded sonic booms
for silence
but I have not forsaken you
as long as my skin remembers
where you fit.
Taken and Editing by: Me
Model: some of Old Memories ^_^ .
i used newspaper background :P
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In memory of my friend Sherry. We lost her one year ago today to breast cancer. I thought this would be perfect for Pretty Pink Tuesday.
Included in the photo:
bracelets that I wore daily to support her and continue to wear to support those fighting; a scripture that was meaningful to her; a thank you note from her six months before she died.
Sweet friend, mother of four, wife, daughter, teacher, inspiration to many, talented singer, my daughter's namesake. I miss her.
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I didn't expect the negatives from Day 49 to reappear quite so soon, but this weeks diptych theme seemed a good time to use them.
Three 1920s negatives photographed on glass with natural backlight - one inverted in FotoFlexer to show the black and white image. The moto is from the package the negatives came in.