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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.
As the winter makes way to Spring and warmer sunny days. Here’s a collection of photographs photographed during Summer 2022 - Heading into Penzance is Go Cornwall Bus YX16OCW whilst operating a Service 16
Stone Memory is a series of projections at The REACH, commissioned by the Kennedy Center as a part of the opear premiere of Written in Stone
Torside. A gran driving with the grandpa at the wheel. A burger van on the weekends, ketchup, onions, and mustard, grease stained napkin, with ice cream, mint, and tea for the grandparents. A ten year old puppy, giddy on the country air. A stroll attempting to keep dog under control dodging pony trekkers and cyclists and other dogs of equal excitement. Tongues out, tails wagging. Trees wrapped in individual fences, and benches of dedication. Crunching leaves in the Autumn, cracking mud in the Summer, remember the hiking boots in the Winter. 'HEEL' dog gets over excited at baby buggies. Bright eyed and bushy tailed. Gunshots to the west, clay pigeon shooting. Fresh air. Smiles and waves from the grandparents...
Memory is a way of holding onto the things you love, the things you are, the things you never want to lose
Who needs poetry when you have the wonder years
For George, Gran and Cassie...
when he saw mine and requested one, I said take it--not so easy he wanted a king sized one so I dug out the box of strings and made another. This has fabrics from little overalls, Halloween costumes, vests etc. I made him and bits of all the quilts I have made.
I quilted the center on my frame, then the border strip and attached it QAYG to each side since it would have been too large for the frame to quilt all together. I made the first one by using muslin as a foundation. This one has lightweight nonfusible interfacing as the foundation for the strips. Even though this one is larger, it is much lighter in weight and bulk that the first one. I will use interfacing if I ever make another one!
51/365
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.
In Memory
What was it you had said?
Why did you have to go?
Each simple little memory
Now passes by so slow.
I am stuck in the yesterday
Not wanting to accept
The horrid truth that you are gone
Your life taken without threat
This morning you awoke
To face a brand new day
But a cold-hearted terrorist
Took that gift away
Though the grave cry for the lost
In the settling of the dust
They failed to shake our foundation
For in God we put our trust.
Michelle Lynn McPeters
Off work tomorrow so see you all then
The Boathouse...
Winter returned here today. At times it snowed, then ice pellets back to snow.
So instead of feeling depressed I looked at a few photos from last summer.
A bit of nostalgia ~
When I first saw this, it immediately brought back memories of my standing in the doorway of our bathroom (at about the age of three) and with total and complete fascination watching my Daddy take a brush that looked just like this (except it had a burgundy wooden handle) and brush white stuff all over his face before he shaved.
One day my Mom didn't see or hear me for awhile and decided she'd better check to see what I was into. She found me standing precariously on the edge of the tub. I had somehow gotten the medicine cabinet door opened and been able to pull down the brush from the lowest shelf. I was on tiptoe trying to see myself in the mirror as I brushed my face. My Mom said, "You know, honey, girls don't shave their faces. Only men do." And I assured her that I knew that, but I just wanted to see what that brush felt like.
Fast forward several years to college. Blushes then were either little pancake tubs of 'rouge' or they were liquid in tiny plastic squeeze bottles. They had JUST come out with the brush-on ones and I tried one for the first time. The moment it touched my skin it brought back that memory of my trying to use my Daddy's shaving brush.
I still like the feel of a soft brush on my face. It reminds me of him.
If you don't know if you should stay
If you don't say what's on your mind
Baby just breathe
There's nowhere else tonight we should be
...If you go now, I'll understand
If you stay, hey, I've got a plan
We're gonna make a memory
You wanna steal a piece of time
You can sing the melody to me
And I can write a couple of lines
~
Si no sabes si deberías quedarte,
si no sabes lo que pasa por tu mente...
sólo respira.
No hay ningún otro sitio donde deberíamos estar esta noche.
...
Si te vas ahora, lo entenderé,
si te quedas, tengo un plan.
Podemos hacer memoria.
¿Quieres robarme un pedazo de tiempo?
Puedes cantar la melodía, y yo escribir un par de versos...
(Bon Jovi - (Do you want to) Make a memory)
I've just begun looking at the pics I took over the spring and summer. This is my Shogetsu Cherry. These are stunning each spring.
Photography by Ismael Barrera
As the light hits every surface, reflecting and creating perspective. The beauty can be seen. Sometimes the unusual addition of monochrome space can enhance the our sense of appreciation. Perhaps the uniformity of what we see… or perhaps that the lack of color. Either way, the introduction of the same scene with a completely new elements will engender everlasting memories. Adding to our vast collection of little moments, evocative mind images that contrast the happiness we experience in our lifetimes.
Memories - either good or bad both bring tears in our eyes yet we cherish them.
Let us remember our good memories and keep moving to create new ones...Good Morning Friends!
Dumbledore kept his memories, as well as those he had gathered from other wizards, inside this cabinet which was filled with more than 800 tiny, handmade and hand-labelled vials.
記憶に眠るカケラ
ずっと遠く
なんでも大きくて
不思議で
ちょっと怖くて
A tiny piece of the memories
sleeping in your head
Everything was big
and mysterious
fearful a little
@yokohama minatomirai
taken by bbf
In memory of that "great love" between Russia and Albania 60 years ago.
And still works.
Kujtim nga "dashuria" e madhe me BS para 60 vjetesh. Akoma punon ne rruget e Durresit.
in memmory of a young man , fellow students placed the bear days later at the same spot where he took his own life
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