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I've been keeping a diary for as long as I can remember.
When I was little, the little joys and worries were written into it and when I was big the joys and worries got bigger too.
But the book always had an ear for me and that was often comforting.
I sometimes look into old diaries and remember many things and people in my life, that I had already forgotten.
HSoS !!!
Olympus M-1 ZUIKO100mm/f2.8 TriX ASA800 コニド－ルスーパー1：1
以前だした100mmヴァ－ジョンです・・・
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When I was working with this photograph, I found a way to elongate the image. Suddenly I was reminded of one of the movie theaters of my youth. My parents and I would travel to the larger town nearby to watch films called Cinerama films. Cinerama was a widescreen process that originally projected images simultaneously from three synchronized 35 mm projectors onto a huge, deeply curved screen. Attending these special films was a big event way back in the 1950's. Here's a link if you're interested in the history of this process.
Every now and then
the sun shines just right
and in my mind,
a memory comes into sight.
Younger days,
outside
until it was night.
Dusky shadows drifting
in the setting light.
Every now and then
the sun shines just right
and in my mind,
a memory comes into sight.
Special memories of our good friends Massimo and Daniela Bardelli who entertained us royally while we were in Padova, Italy a few years ago.
HTmT 😊😊😍
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More wild poppies taken in the North East of England.
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mijn moeder kreeg dit van een oude mevrouw op haar sterfbed. Nadat mijn moeder is gestorven heb ik deze gekregen 30 jaar geleden.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=J3E2dflgzfA
On traverse le temps avec de l'espace
des images glissent
c'est un paysage qui fuit
comme un abandon minuscule
tout y tombe disparait
le ciel devient immense sous ses nuages
les limites sombrent reste ce silence.
Olympus M-1 ZUIKO21mm/f3.5 TriX ASA800 コニド－ルスーパー1：1
白黒未変換
対岸の船着き場です
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I found some old treasures in a little store in Brunswick, Maine! The place was filled with friendly people and items from my past...such a fun memory!
Olympus OM-2 ZUIKO28mm/f3.5 NEOPAN-SS ASA100 コニドールファイン1：1
大阪西区川口町・川沿いの倉庫群等も大阪らしさだと思うのだがここも雰囲気が変わってしまった・この近くにも富島渡船場があったのだが今はない・・・
Taken @ Soul2Soul
Take a picture of our past there in that ashtray
We had our fun, I used to light your flame
Like the dancing smoke that rose we tried to find our way
No one told me, she told me
Your love's like one last cigarette, last cigarette
I will savor it, the last cigarette
Take it in and hold your breath
Hope it never ends but when it's gone, it's gone
The last cigarette
Just to breathe reminds me of what used to be
The smoke's the ghost that keeps you close when I can't sleep
Don't ask the past to last, it's about to change
The memories don't answer when I call your name
No one told me, she told me
Your love's like one last cigarette, last cigarette
I will savor it, the last cigarette
Take it in and hold your breath
Hope it never ends but when it's gone, it's gone
One last cigarette, last cigarette
One I can't forget, the last cigarette
Right there at my fingertips
Got your taste still on my lips, right or wrong
You're still gone, gone, gone, gone, gone, gone, gone