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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
Memory Lapses are temporary installations I photograph to revisit places linked to strong memories, past or recent.
By overexposing reflective material in the process, data becomes absent from the digital file, creating an empty zone in the image that alters reality and distorts our perception : like time and distance do.
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.
unc football memories. went there with some friends last wkend. 24 years ago this is where my dad and i sat. i said nothing to my friends. i had a quiet reflective moment. lump in my throat.i loved football.not so much my dad. i could smell hotdogs, fresh cut grass.ppl cheering. life was great. at halftime watching the cheerleaders in short skirts jumping, catching a small glance of underpants, made me aware of what being a male was all about.wasnt so sure but i liked it.the whole stadium was familia. all friends.i loved to play football, but i played in high school for my dad. thats what he wanted of me.to be a man and grunt and push and destroy.football was society. it was man.he told ppl that his sons played ball. he went to my brothers games, all of them. he never came to any of mine.bastard. i was good at it. he would never know. we connected when we went to unc games. only. bloodsport made him happy.i did not. i loved the games. no so much my dad. when i was old enough to enjoy going with him he was no longer alive. we never saw another game and he never saw me play. even while alive he never saw one effin game.
Time for a stroll down memory lane....
What? Dammit!!! It's a DEAD END!!!
Memory is so over rated.
...On the road in Connecticut.
[Note : Memory Lane is off Spithead Rd. You can't make this up. See the map.]
... are the treasures that we keep locked deep within the storehouse of our souls, to keep our hearts warm when we are lonely.
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Lena is bach in the Greenbrier meadow, because it's here that she resources her and she think at Ethan...
Lena Duchannes - Pullip Nella Retro Memory FullCustom by TheUgliestWife
Dress By Trisquette
The moments you spent laughing make you cry someday..
And the moments you spent crying make you smile someday.
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Meet Memory! She is a Volks SD Kurumi adopted from the lovely Nurie. <3 I have been in love with Memory for years, and I am so thrilled to have her in my collection!
My Grand Ma's (mom's mom) Sewing Machine...
In our childhood most of us will enjoy our summer holidays @ Grand Ma's home....
Last saturday i went to my Grand Ma's home after a year...
When i was child i used to play alot in that village & help my aunt and grand ma in stiching.. (i know bit of stiching :)...)
Climbing guava trees, playing sirra gone (Village Cricket), playing with tyres ( i forgot names of some other games :(.... ).. lots of sweet memories & games
Now a days we didn't find these games neither in villages nor in cities...
* The machine and stool were same from almost 15 yrs.. :)
“. . . 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
~ dappled with joy and love
A lovely gem of a book, with testimonies and memories from people who knew these luminaries ~ just look at the gulistaan...
Balraj Sahni (*smile*)
Faiz Ahmed Faiz (my favourite)
Guru Dutt (in awe)
Ismat Chughtai (my favourite!)
Kaifi Azmi ~ a soft breeze on a cool day
Kishore Kumar (playful; a bit mad - in all the right sense of it!)
Krishan Chander (awed... )
Raj Kapoor ('He is part of India's national psyche', Bunny Reuben ~ undoubtedly)
Satyajit Ray (genius film maker; Shatranj ke Khiladi one of my all-time fave movies)
Actually, the title is something that was in my head as soon as I awoke this morning, and these lines were echoing throughout my morning routine, how wonderful and evocative they are, and how much I love that Thomas Stearns Eliot had written them! Love all of them, but...
burnt out ends of smoky days...
...
... Wipe your hand across your mouth, and laugh;
The worlds revolve like ancient women
Gathering fuel in vacant lots.
~ Ahhh...
And of course, being spring in London; it is quite like that today, it has been raining since early morning, and quite cold too. Gruff.
Just taking a little *Blythe Break* . . .
Taking a stroll down memory lane . . .
Just for FUN . . . !!
xoxo
Heidi
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HERE is my BRIDE DOLL (purchase from the auction site) ... I got her in 2004 . . . I tried to get as close as possible to my very FIRST Bride doll I got in 1962 . . .
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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.
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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Live at OXJAM Safehouse / Spirit of Gravity / Beatabet all dayer, The Rose Hill, Brighton, 15.10.2016
American Motoring Memories is a classic car restoration shop in Culver City Calif. The owner Jeff Reade concentrates primarily on early Corvette restorations but is known to do total & partial restorations and update maintenance on many of the Big Three (GM, Ford, Chrysler) classics from the '50s to early 70's.
Another view of the Memory Void. Although allowed to do so, we couldn't bring ourselves to step on the faces. Just too emotional.
"The Jewish Museum Berlin, which opened to the public in 2001, exhibits the social, political and cultural history of the Jews in Germany from the fourth century to the present, explicitly presenting and integrating, for the first time in postwar Germany, the repercussions of the Holocaust. " - libeskind.com/work/jewish-museum-berlin/
A short write up of our trip in the Lobster Journals - redlobsterjournal.blogspot.ca/2017/01/2009-central-europe...
My flickr album of Germany - www.flickr.com/photos/maclobster/albums/72157621432513313
Here is my YouTube slide show of Berlin.
"The installation Shalekhet (Fallen Leaves) by Menashe Kadishman can be found in the Memory Void, one of the symbolic spaces on the ground level of the Libeskind building. The floor of the void is covered by more than ten thousand faces with open mouths, cut from heavy round iron plates.
The installation is a gift from Dieter and Si Rosenkranz. Menashe Kadishman’s sculptures stir painful memories of the victims of war." - www.jmberlin.de/en/shalekhet-fallen-leaves
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