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Here me and our two daughters Amber and Lea enjoy a quiet and wonderful day at DCHS with the girls seen in the Arizona Hot Pool :-)
“We all have our time machines. Some take us back, they're called memories. Some take us forward, they're called dreams.”
Jeremy Irons
Week #3 - Theme: Memories
My daugther's first steps shoes...she is now 10 years old, turning 11 next week.
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.
Rockingham Junction has always felt like home for me; a place I frequented countless times growing up. It has been a place of change, where I learned more about railroads and photography symbiotically. It wasn't just me changing, though. The land, the station, and even the trains were slowly changing as well. While home from college and passing by, I saw the newest changes and the reality hit home. The Rockingham Junction I grew up with is now gone, and its only a matter of time before the trains are too. So, lets look back to my best visit to Rockingham. The train my young self always tried desperately to see (and for good reason) at the place I always went. The Pan Am OCS preparing to take the siding at CPF-256 on the District 2 Main.
5-18-2021
Taken and Editing by: Me
Model: some of Old Memories ^_^ .
i used newspaper background :P
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These stockings are different from last years. I gave last years away as a donation to the library at my school because I put too much foundation in them. This year, these stockings only have muslin inside them, and I like them much better. The little Christmas tree hanging on top of the stocking I made five years ago. I used a cinnamon stick, and it is still one of my favorite ornaments.
We use to live in AZ , so the chilli pepper tree and saguaro cactus remind me of a different time in our lives. No Texas doesn't grow these cacti. We just claim them.
I uses my last Jelly Roll of Merry and Bright fabric, and I love this holiday fabric. Last year I only had four sad irons, but this year I have six irons. The sad iron idea came from Country Home Magazine December 2008, which is no longer published.
I also decided to keep my vintage pitchers on the mantle. They belonged to our grandmothers' Ethel and Ella. The large hand saws on the wall belong to my hubby's grandfather Joyce and ironically Bart used these as a kid with his grandfather.
I'm usually very particular about my focus, but for some reason, this photo, in all its 'soft focus' glory stands out to me.
It reminds me of a book I bought recently of photos by Sally Mann. I picked it up on a whim in Princeton, NJ and I've been very inspired by it. She has taken a beautiful collection of film photos of the south, capturing its intangible charms and attraction.
Have you guys heard of her (I get the impression that I'm just out of the loop)?
You can see some of the photos here:
www.photoeye.com/templates/mShowDetailsbycat.cfm?Catalog=...
At about 10:30 p.m. on a Monday night, I decided to go to the Great Salt Lake and take some long exposures. I parked behind Saltaire and walked out to the lake with my mini-maglite in hand to show me the way.
Being out at the lake at night is a surreal experience. The lake was an abyss, the stars only able to break through the darkness at about 35 degrees above the water. The gentle lapping of a dead sea and the sporadic call of a lonely gull muted by the constant hum from the freeway behind me.
Swarms of brine flies scattered as I walked along the shore, they're irritated buzzing fading back to silence as I find the water's edge.
The lack of visual and audible stimulation really made me feel small and isolated. Searching for a sense of direction I look up into the milky way. I find the depth of the universe above me dizzying.
My gaze turns again, blindly, to the sea. I can feel its mystery calling me, pulling me out into its depths. Turning back to the lights of the freeway my thoughts return to lucidity, but I cannot seem to stop staring out into the blank, my imagination going wild with visions of ghosts upon the waters.
Soon I feel that I should go, leave this place of darkness, water, and brine. I bid my farewell to the lonely gull, the flies, and the ghosts. Walking briskly back to my truck no longer needing my maglite, my eyes grown accustom to the dark.
As I drive home I feel like a petty thief having just stolen the exposures crudely stuck in my camera from the ancients. I don't know when I will be back to the lake, but I feel that I will not return a stranger.
This photo was made with nine 30 second exposures, stacked in PhotoShop layers with a screen blending mode.
The light streaking across the photo is an airplane.
The cheese in this post did not come from a can.
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...
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.
This is a shadow box that we've had for years. It is filled with a lifetime of memories.
Top shelf: has the top of our wedding cake (3/30/74) and the champagne glasses that we used for our toast...then Sarah & Ted used them when they got married 10/25/08.
Shelf #2 has a Jesus statue I gave my Grandma, a Pinewood Derby car I carved, a Ceramic turkey I made when I was 5. Hidden from view is a silver mandolin my Mom gave my husband.
Bottom shelf:Pinewood Derby trophies for myself & my husband, a taxidermied toad I bought for my sister to torment her, My first ceramic doll, A little Crying Sailor statue my Grandma had that represented me as a child - I cried all the time, and lastly a tin with an old Tupperware cup in it...the kids called it "The Brown Hornet" and would fight over who got to use it..it has actually disintegrated and smells HORRIFIC!!! Sarah tried to make it a casket when it died but the cup was a bit too big...instead it has it's own tombstone.
Museum info:
A pivotal memory for Grant Pinney was seeing Nick Butler's 'Revenge', and from then on he was hooked. Now he enjoys most things attached to the hot rod scene, including jiving and drag racing.
The Model T was his first hot rod, made from a Jago kit built in the late 1970s. Before that, Grant had other custom cars, including a hearse, a fitting choice given his career as a funeral director, a Triumph Herald and a Morris 1800. He got the T-Bucket in 2008 from Southend after finding it on Ebay and promptly put his own style on it by fitting a full-height window, removing the fenders and changing the wheels and tyres. It has a 3.5-litre Rover V8 engine and Jaguar rear suspension.
It starred in the Peugeot 206 Wacky Races commercial as the Creepy Coupe.
Hot Rods and Kool Kustoms
Coventry Transport Museum
Coventry, Warks.
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
best large
Many have spent lives here, their sweat on the walls, their breath still in the air. Their life, their lifes work, left to slowly decay, to be vandalized. Left for ruin. What does it all amount to in the end? A false memory? even those die out.
An old grain mill in Waterloo.
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.