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This is a 'memoryware' mosaic.
Mr. Turtle has a story to tell! Below the sea... think of all of the items.. that once were special to someone. Perhaps an earring lost when swimming on a late summer afternoon. Perhaps a nail from a sunken ship... or a coin fallen from the pocket of a man who jumped over the side of a boat to save a child. Or even... a jewel tossed from cruise ship after a lover's spat!
One never knows... what treasures are buried in the sand for only the sea creatures to find!
113 in 2013, #5 - One Word
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When you only have one word to choose then choose wisely.
The Flickr Group "113 photos in 2013" sets 113 projects for participants to complete and one of these is titled "One Word".
The above is written on an old shoe box of my mums which contained photo's.
After Mum died and i inherited all the family photos seeing this writing stopped me in my tracks. As instantly recognisable to me as her voice the writing was not something i was expecting to see as i trawled through the photos. It was like hearing her voice again.
Mum clearly labelled the box as containing photos but returned to the box at a later date and thought that the label dd not convey the true contents of the box.
Family photo's are not just photo's, they are memories captured to be returned to over and over again.
So yes, when you only have one word, choose wisely and don't be afraid to go back and change it if it is not the right one. The fact that you have thought to change it can be pretty powerful.
I was moved when i first saw this word and I am moved again now writing this.
This is the first day of my 365 project (also my birthday) so as the project advances I will not be just taking photo's but recording memories of my 41st year.
Sent to me today - a gathering of friends and colleagues from DST at our holiday home in Vermont, near Hermanus. The Ewing family are there, Amanda Westcott, Jacqui and Yiayia Maria.
Thanks to the following for these images:
www.flickr.com/photos/67233917@N00/3337237019
Having posted one of my semi-recent poems as a comment to another photo, I thought I'd upload a picture of its inspiration for my good friend Craig.
This painting was given to me by Mr. Ross Bockhuber, with whom I used to hang out quite a bit back in 2003. He'd stored it in his basement, which had flooded and warped the poor artwork badly.
Though Ross claimed he hated the piece, it sparked in me a sort of fairytale-like childhood memory, which, to tell you the truth, I'm not sure ever really happened.
The Poem
you, your brother, your aunt
and grandmother on a bank of sand.
the stars pop:
multiple dandelions from which all the colors subdue.
you and your brother draw warm July shapes in the wet, lapped, sand.
twenty years later you're dreaming of starfish.
you visit the dim city pet shops' aquatic units,
breaking eye contact with the shy seahorses,
or else pouring over fish tanks
where phantoms swim.
This square was reserved for public use in the city's original survey and became the site of early church buildings. One hundred yards south of this point is a stone marking the site of the first Methodist Church erected in Georgia west of the Oconee River, in 1805. The earliest graves date from this period. Near the church site is a lot containing graves of legislators who died during legislative sessions in Milledgeville. None appear after 1845 when rail transportation became available. Those legislators who died in Milledgeville were: Senators, William W. Baker, Liberty Co., 1826; Nathaniel Bradford, Crawford Co., 1841; Robert Brown, Murray Co., 1838; Jonathan Lewis, Burke Co., 1834; George Galphin Nowlan, Effingham Co., 1816; Alexander M. Sanford, Bryan Co., 1843; James Thompson, Walker Co., 1840; and Representatives, John Bell, Decatur Co., 1827; Jacob Hentz, Baker Co., 1845; Aaron Jones, Lee Co., 1834; McLin Lunday, Screven Co., 1834; James Spalding, McIntosh Co., 1820; and Horatio Webb, Jackson Co., 1840.
005-28 GEORGIA HISTORICAL COMMISSION 1961
S.Liberty St and W. Franklin St., Milledgeville, Ga
West of the entrance to Memory Hill(Cemetery Square)
Two little squares within one rectangular frame! My wife and our baby daughter, many years ago alongside that little baby, growing up!
Flickr Lounge - Saturday Theme (Week 14) ~ Be There and Be Square ...
Thanks to everyone who views this photo, adds a note, leaves a comment and of course BIG thanks to anyone who chooses to favourite my photo .... Thanks to you all.
The souvenir picture of the grandma who had faced 100 years old
and she died with the same year .
The photograph that I had taken was used for the picture of the deceased.
I realised that photo is the capture
Another summer has come and gone. This year felt like it went by extremely fast. Here's hoping you have a basket full of wonderful summer memories.
ABC of Midland Red Buses and Coaches, 2nd edition dated July 1949.
By this time Ian Allan were already well known for their railway spotters abcs and making their name on the road transport field too.
I clearly remember buying this particular example (from Daltons newsagents, in Soho Road, Handsworth) and, as can be seen, it has been well used since!
To look through it now (along with many others I still have) is a real memory trip with the then fleet list running from 857 (HA3779, a 35 seater QL type) to 3576 (MHA76, a 56 seater GD6 type) ... if only I could see either of them again!
This is part of my Semipalmated Sandpiper Air Show video from August 2010. The music is from Stockmusic.net, but has also been altered in Premiere to match the video's dreamy quality.
WEARING MEMORIES... THE JEWELLERY
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A message from the designer, “I only drink quality champagne and therefore, will only wear quality. I believe in old style manufacturing and heirloom quality… creating pieces that will last forever and will be passed down from mother to daughter and worn through the generations. A true lasting memory."
Memories are like a window that connect you to the past!
You can only see them, but you can't touch ...!
This one spot holds a lot of memories for me, and many other people. The plaques posted on its beams and columns bear the names of people who were married here.
For me, this was a prime meeting area for all the times I went to Sugar Mill Gardens to care for Tigger, a cat I eventually adopted. Tigger was usually close by the gazebo when I'd arrive, anticipating food, tuna, and catnip, and lots of attention. We would hang out there if it was raining. At one point, I placed a makeshift shelter for him there, under the bench on the left. I took a storage bin and turned it upside down, and cut a hole in the side. It made a good wind barrier for Tig on chilly nights. I would change his blankets regularly so he had clean, warm bedding.
Since this was a prime spot for a lot of folks to sit and rest, the garden staff was concerned about having Tigger's "house" and food there, since people might be allergic, or not really like cats, and he was very friendly, making his presence known to pretty much anyone who entered! So, through the next few months, the temporary housing moved from one remote location to another, and just when a fan of Tigger's from Australia had sent a wooden house for him which would be more permanent, a tropical storm threatened the area. I brought Tigger home to keep him safe, and never brought him back. The house was never used, but Tigger had found his forever home and person at last.
So many bowls of tuna, and bags of catnip were consumed in this spot! So many wonderful photos were taken from here. There were so many painful goodbyes, as I never liked walking away from Tig, even though I knew I'd be back the next day. There were only a couple of times that I couldn't find him right away when I went there. Each time I was frantic, searching for him everywhere until I found him, worrying that some cruel teenager might have hurt him or something. At one point, I began seeing things that made me suspect there were rituals going on in the gardens that weren't good. There were strange markings on the ground, and once I saw worms crawling in and out of a small mound of dirt. I suspected there was something dead in there, but didn't want to look. I began to fear more and more for Tigger's safety. When I finally did take him home, and saw how well he adapted, I knew he was my cat.
When I look at the gazebo now, I half expect to see Tigger's tail sticking out of a green box with a hole cut in the side. I expect to hear his insistent voice begging for more catnip. It is quiet, though, and empty, except for my memories.
Project Soulpancake - Closely admire your fingerprints
We all leave our fingerprints in other people lives. Most of the time these prints are forgotten but some stay for ever. Late August 2010 I left a lot of fingerprints in the lives of my friends and loved ones. I went to the hospital for what I thought was a minor issue. Before I knew what was really happening I was rushed unexpectedly into open hart surgery. Everything went very well but the fingerprints of that day will be with me and the people around me forever.
Life isn't simple as it seen from outside...and it's also not easy to forget some memories which is given by someone very close to heart.. those memories always stay with us..sometimes as a symbol of happiness...sometimes as sorrows..
I often wish to sit on a peak and want to see all over my life again... I want to make a fresh start...but those memories...they never leave !!
Munipuri Para River Side, Sunamgonj' 2012.
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This old chap came to The Library to have "one last look" at the work he donated some 30 years ago. 90 years old, and now living in the North of England, he produced a 30 volume study of the Ffestiniog Railway. Full of his own photographs, maps and beautiful hand written text.
Every now and then he would leave a page open, "...There she is.." he would mutter, and reach out to touch a photograph in which his wife, recently deceased, appears.
Libraries and archives hold more than just dusty old books.
Very interesting story behind this roll. I didn't realize that it had already been used about 10 years ago when I used it, and when I got it developed, I realized that I had accidentally shot over some childhood memories. This is one of my favorite shots that came out really cool. The original shot was my dog Millie standing in our old backyard, but over it I shot a bunch of snow-capped mountains in my area. It looks like she's standing on them!