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Polly
2 November 1997 - 22 July 2009
1. Polly at Crosby, 2. Polly, 3. Polly, 4. Polly at Sandwood, 5. The eye has it, 6. Polly at Formby, 7. Polly, 8. Polly at Dundrum, 9. Prepare for lift off, 10. Alert, 11. Wherever I Lay My Head (That's My Home), 12. Aphrodite?, 13. Well it looks like a lamppost from here
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“. . . memory is less like a movie, a permanent emulsion of chemicals on celluloid, and more like a play—subtly different each time it’s performed. In my brain, a network of cells is constantly being reconsolidated, rewritten, remade.” The Forgetting Pill, by Jonah Lehrer at Wired
that trickster
fickle * elusive
sometimes appears
on cue * sometimes
not * he forgets
his lines * he ad-libs
he ignores
the script * the plot
the point * the dramatic
arc * he saws me in
half * reassembled
i am out of order
that rabbit * that dove
are not what
they seem * those
mobius scarves * ever-
changing colors * pulled
from his magic hat
sleight-of-mind * illusion
deluded * i reappear *
disassembled * confused
hypnotized * i am that
rabbit * that dove * un-
knowing i am not
what i seem
Mustang Memories 2012
August 12, 2012
My dad was heavily involved with rear suspension development on the 1989 MN-12 T-Bird / Cougar and the related 1993 FN-10 Mark VIII. I understand that a Porsche 928 was used as a "benchmarking" vehicle. He brought it home one night. He was also involved in some way with the release of the 1/24 scale 1989 Revell "Thunderbird SC Coupe" model kit.
My 2004 40th Anniversary Crimson Red GT Convertible and my daughter's 2005 red Power Wheels GT Convertible. Great show, huge turnout compared to last year with the threat of rain. My rear tires and rev limiter got three great workouts. Thanks to MOCSEM for a great car show.
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To release the memory you will need to push the metal handles that are located on the sides of the memory away from the memory.
The memory chip will pop up.
Take it out. Insert the new memory at a 45 degree angle (just like the old memory was when it poped up) and push it down until you hear a click.
Rocky Point Rocket Ship
The local park in the town I grew up in, I remember climbing that rocket so many times, it is now a monument, no longer to be used. I'm happy it wasn't scrapped.
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As my soul slides down to die.
How could I lose him?
What did I try?
Bit by bit, I've realized
That he was here with me;
I looked into my father's eyes
My father's eyes ....
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3 years
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Christening shoes
With my youngest starting school last week, there has been some reminiscing, so it seemed fitting to photograph something of his,
Thank you Colorfulexpressions for that wonderful day and the memories of your garden
Between The Miles
by Heather Stoop
Because existence can become severe
in one day,
just sense me and I'll be there.
In the minds eye,
I'm not so far away.
If you hold out your hand,
in the whispers,
I'll become the zephyr.
and besiege you.
If your eye's upon the stars,
in the crystalline darkness,
I'll become the moon.
And the light shall guide you.
If you rest upon the ground,
in the warmth,
I'll become the grass.
And embrace you.
If you turn outside,
in the wetness,
I'll become the rain.
An upon your forehead, kiss you.
If you free the air,
in the light of day,
I'll become the sun.
And smile for you.
Between the miles-
if you need me.
If you need a friend.
Let me be the friend, I want to be.
Tidying my office and came across my own baby book where my mum kept a record of my first year. Assuming that as this photo was in this page that it's me that my dad is holding there :-). The church is St Margaret's in the tiny village of Thimbleby, Lincolncolnshire.
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NEW YORK - 1977: Former Beatle John Lennon poses for a photo with his wife Yoko Ono and son Sean Lennon in 1977 in New York City, New York. (Photo by Vinnie Zuffante/Michael Ochs Archives/Getty Images)
Tells it all. Never played, but always watched. Caught this on my last visit to Shea Stadium, one of the last games for that ballpark.
Last month I received an email from Stuart that runs Subism inviting me to get part in a beautiful project called Memories Subism that is an art book and all its profits are going to the Maggie´s carring cancer center. The book will tell 10 short stories about people who had to fight against cancer and I made this illustration for one of those stories. I´m glad to get involved, thanks Stu!
Travelling by train always brings back fond memories of when I was young...of hot station chai and samosas, of veg cutlets, of nes-coffee, of kaaapi, of hopping off at strange stations, of games on the train, strangers who become friends, three day long journeys stuffed like a sardine in a can, the relief of being in 3-tier A/C, of 5 am rendezvouses at the booking counter for tatkaal tickets to come back home, of countless bottles of whiskey and chatting with strangers...and so much more!
The trains nowadays are slightly faster and more modern...but I don't think they've changed that much since when I first travelled in them.
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we started cleaning my grandmother's room last christmas. we continued again last sunday after family lunch. we found a lot of things. her personal belongings. mostly prayer books. religious medals. bibles. most of them covered in dust. i didn't bring my camera so i took this with my phone. somehow i felt i just had to document it before they totally change what it looked like. i like this picture because it speaks so much of what my memories of cebu are.
the light hazy sun peeking through windows. the warm colored hues of brown (my grandma was part of the carmelite tertiary order). the smell of old books.
all of them speak of the coziness of home.
...of the days my girls played in this very yard. We lived in a mobile home where the greenhouse now sits. I played in this yard with my brother and sister. It is home.
This is the "memory" wall! The photos that are framed and hang on our walls are generally speaking fairly up to date, however, my wife does like what she calls a memory wall which has a few older photos that have great memories for us all!
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Live at OXJAM Safehouse / Spirit of Gravity / Beatabet all dayer, The Rose Hill, Brighton, 15.10.2016
Engram : Data Sculpture
3+1 AP
6M x 5M Media Wall, 3MM LED, Custom Software
Sound Design : Kerim Karaoglu
Custom Software : Kyle McLean
Deaigned and developed at Refik Anadol Studio
From February 7 through March 17, 2018, Pilevneli Gallery presented Refik Anadol’s latest project on the materiality of remembering. Melting Memories offered new insights into the representational possibilities emerging from the intersection of advanced technology and contemporary art. By showcasing several interdisciplinary projects that translate the elusive process of memory retrieval into data collections, the exhibition immersed visitors in Anadol’s creative vision of “recollection.”
“Science states meanings; art expresses them,” writes American philosopher John Dewey and draws a curious distinction between what he sees as the principal modes of communication in both disciplines. In Melting Memories, Refik Anadol’s expressive statements provide the viewer with revealing and contemplative artworks that will generate responses to Dewey’s thesis.
Comprising data paintings, augmented data sculptures and light projections, the project as a whole debuts new advances in technology that enable visitors to experience aesthetic interpretations of motor movements inside a human brain. Each work grows out of the artist’s impressive experiments with the advanced technology tools provided by the Neuroscape Laboratory at the University of California, San Francisco. Neuroscape is a neuroscience center focusing on technology creation and scientific research on brain function of both healthy and impaired individuals. Anadol gathers data on the neural mechanisms of cognitive control from an EEG (electroencephalogram) that measures changes in brain wave activity and provides evidence of how the brain functions over time. These data sets constitute the building blocks for the unique algorithms that the artist needs for the multi-dimensional visual structures on display.
Anadol’s installations do not only address a productive espousal of cutting-edge technology and art but also a strong preoccupation with the study of human memory from Ancient Egyptians to Blade Runner 2049. The exhibition’s title, Melting Memories, refers to the artist’s experience with unexpected interconnections among seminal philosophical works, academic inquiries and artworks that take memory as their principal themes. The title further draws attention to the melting of neuroscience and technology into these centuries-long philosophical debates, questioning the emergence of a new space where artificial intelligence is not in conflict with individuality and intimacy.
For more information: refikanadol.com/works/melting-memories/
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The holidays often bring up memories of family and friends who are no longer with us. Sadly, another has been added to the list. My Uncle Bob died yesterday after a long illness. My thoughts are with my cousins who lost their father and my Dad and Uncle Roger who lost their big brother.
Memories. 52 in 2013
My grandfather (more like my dad)passed away just over 2 years ago. Just before he passed away he gave me all of his WWII memorabilia including a scrap book of photos from the days he was serving amongst the great men of the US Pacific Fleet.
The scrapbook is deteriorating rather rapidly, so I am backing everything up digitally. I'll share some of the more interesting photos as I back them up.
War is a terrible thing, and to see the things these soldiers saw on a daily basis, must have been pure hell (on both sides). These photos help me to keep that in perspective. More over it reminds me of the sacrafice that such great men made to keep the world in order.
*****Please be respectful if placing comments on this set. I do not want to start a debate in regards to the politics of this war. I am only placing these as a view back in to the past. *****
My Grandfather was one of the greatest men I ever met, and this is one of the last ties I have to his memory. Any rudeness, and I'll hide the set.
A little about my Grandfather... Honest and true in every aspect of his life. He was married to my grandmother for over 50 years before he passed away, and never once cursed in her presence (even when they had disagreements).
My family is a bit broken as my father left my mother when I was only a small child. My teenage years weren't that much better... I was a rebel without a cause, and when everyone else was giving up on me, my Grandfather is the one who didn't. I owe him everything. I've made good on promises I made to him to make the most of my life. And even though he's not here to guide me when I step out of line, I still remember his base rules...
1.) Never lie. Do as you say. Say as you do.
2.) Work hard and take pride in what you do.
3.) Realize that the world can live without you, but you can not live without the world.
4.) Do not make ripples within your family such that it effects their lives (a.k.a. lose the drama).
5.) Love and cherish your wife (and children) like there is no tomorrow.
6.) Hold strong to your beliefs, but never wish for war as a source of resolution.