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Memories of Wyoming
This is a piece inspired by memories of growing up on the high prairies and mountains of Wyoming. This is not a delicate piece…it has heft and is made with metal, bones, and stone, and the weight of an artist’s memories.
I used a found object/ metal base and added interesting a stone wheel with the text “The land of clouds and regions of waters” from a William Blake poem.
I further embellished the stone with a bone ring, a tiny bulb with a secret message inside and wire beaded findings. The modern components fit strangely well with the stone and bone. The white bone piece is an old piece of jawbone that I found many years ago on the sagebrush flats in Wyoming. I added a white bird of hope. The piece has an old painted and rusted spring, a tiny buffalo charm, along with wire, more text from Blake and other items of interest. The size is 6 inches by 10 inches. It has wire a hanger on the back for display. By Laurie Dorrell
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Nikon N4004. This was part of a shrine to Steve Jobs outside of the Apple Store on Walnut Street (Philadelphia, PA).
In my neighborhood there used to be a huge factory belonging to OM, a very old truck company (founded 1917). Milan is an industrial city, and OM is very much a part of the history of the city, and the factory has been a landmark of this part of the city.
The factory shut down at some point, and was a ruin for a long time. A few years ago the whole area was demolished and a big renovation project was created; housing and office blocks were built, with green spaces and all that.
A large part of that area has been dedicated to three parks. One of them is very appropriately known as "Industrial Memories Park" and is dedicated to the memory of the man and women that have worked in this area.
They kept some machinery from the old factory and build a garden in and on and around the. From an industrial world a new world is born where iron tools mingle with nature in a new embrace.
The water laps gently at your ankles, cool and clear, its surface shimmering under the summer sun. The shallows are a blend of pale turquoise and soft green, the light catching on every ripple as it moves toward the shore. The sand beneath your feet is smooth and warm, dotted with shells and fragments of sea glass, their colours vivid against the pale backdrop. A gentle breeze stirs the air, carrying the scent of salt and seaweed, mingled with the faint floral notes of nearby clifftop blooms. The sound of the waves, a soothing constant, rises and falls as they meet the beach, their rhythm lulling you into a peaceful stillness. Overhead, the sky is a brilliant azure, with just the faintest trace of cloud scattered like cotton wool, allowing the sun to bathe the entire landscape in golden warmth. To the horizon, the sea stretches endlessly, a deepening blue, its surface shifting in hues with the movement of the tide. Far off, a distant sailboat drifts lazily, a speck against the vastness of the ocean. The beach is quiet, the world beyond it distant, and for a moment, time feels suspended in the perfect embrace of a summer's day at Porthcurno.
I grew up in Michigan, where fireflies would turn open fields into light displays at night. Fireflies, however, don't survive in North Dakota.
So when construction to rebuild our street began a couple days ago, these mechanized "fireflies" seemed a thing of wonder, bringing back memories.
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1977 Oldsmobile Cutlass Cruiser Wagon.
Orange with wood paneled rockers.
Tan vinyl seats, folded down in the rear.
Covered with rainbow striped padding.
Lined with washed out white blankets.
Pop and popcorn. Parents and children.
Summer nights, movies and moments.
Being carried to bed under the shade of the old oak tree.
Gates of happiness closed forever.
Gone was the good.
Replaced by the bad.
Twenty-five years later, only the ruins remain.
Her Memory Locket Pull Charm
She carries this with her wherever she goes, as it holds memory trinkets and gifts given to her by her Love ♥
during Christmas I miss my grandmother more than usual - but I have so many sweet memories of her that can make me happy - so - like my grandfather, I close my eyes and she is there - forever alive.
When I lived in St. Louis, a woman who made crafts, made these four clay dog figurines for me …one four each of my oh-so-loved, now gone, Babies. She didn’t want a photo, but, instead wanted to make them from my description and her imagination.
I always hated the Silky Terrier one (the tall one) because it looks nothing like Cody, let alone a Silky. And, the three Cairns really don’t capture my Babies hair color. Plus they all have same expression.
But, nonetheless, because her heart was in the right place and she was so thrilled with what she created, I have kept them. Even though they are not a likeness, her gesture was really so sweet.
Also, each one has one of my Babies’ name attached to it, so how can I let them go?
Now, they add a bit of whimsy and cuteness, , plus a nice memory of the lovely lady who made them, to a section on my bookcase.
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Its for sure not one of my best pictures, but at this place I have prolly spend the best time of the last years... this hours of talk, with the most valueable person i know, at this magical place in the palace garden in vienna on 10th May 2008 will stay in my memory forever...
After a recent move, I rediscovered my dads catchers mask from his high school playing days. As a kid I remember dad would show my brother and I his old baseball stuff: from his uniform to his glove, bat and even mask.
The mask has seen its share of wear over the years, yet remarkably most of the leather is in great shape. It's now out for display in my living room and when friends come to visit, someone almost always asks about the piece. I'll just take the memories.