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صورة للذكرى انا وصحبيتي .. بعد ما انتخبنا
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It's a photo for memory, I'v captured for me & my friend after elections with our blue fingers :D
جميع الحقوق محفوظة
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D-Fofa Photography
Memories
Photos of our loved ones
Words they wrote in time,
Gathered in the scrapbooks
Where love all combines.
Precious ar the gifts of life
No matter what they be,
The smallest gift that shows us
They touched us reverently.
Keep those gentle memories
So carefully defined,
Within your hearts forever,
They are the ties that bind.
~ Francine Pucillo ~
My brother "Butch" was the only brother I had. He died four years ago on my sister Faye's Birthday. So to day is both sad and happy. Sad for the loss but happy for the living. Life must go on. Thanks to you all for you kindness and love that I feel. May God Bless Us All.
Evoking memories of a time gone by 46521 pilots 4566
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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.
Family Memories - Picture posted on www.watercolorvacationhomes.com as part of WaterColor Vacation Memory Contest
2 декабря 2019, Творческий вечер памяти святителя Филарета / 2 December 2019, Creative evening in memory of St. Filaret
"Ash to ash, Dust to dust,
Fade to black, the memories remain, yeah..."
[ "The memory remains", Metallica - ReLoad, 1997 ]
Many thanks to those whose textures I used: ArtByChrysti, ASfotos, and klsanderson!
Another shot taken at the Phoenix Botanical Gardens, I decided to just play with textures and layers for this shot. I must say, I like the results of this experiment much more than any I've done in the past =P
Also, a little bird told me this may look better on black.
Reached #156 in Explore, thanks all!
pen and ink drawing
My earliest memory is of waking up in the middle of the night and finding a pair of feet placed neatly on the foot of my bed.
Memory Lane or affectionately known as the Lookin Market (Pasar Lookin) by locals is a big flea market held every Sunday in Ipoh. Most people go there for the antiques and second-hand goods (there are also stalls selling new stuffs). You can find gramaphone, old records, antique tin toys, old magazine and books, old cameras, old household items, vintage jeans, secondhand clothes, badges,old electronic appliances and lots of weird things you don't imagine people would buy.
A few years ago, I had a film camera that I carried around with me that did not force the user to wind the film after every shot, allowing for multiple exposures. I made a point to only ever advance the film when I was just about to take a picture, and if I couldn't remember if I'd already used the current frame, I did not advance the film. These are images of things I wanted to remember, blurred into each other as a result of lapses in my memory.
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.
for odc2 - Memories from your childhood
Are you warm Debbie? we are going visiting and you must stay warm....you have not been very well, but it is only a little walk. (and so Mrs Roe and Debbie reach their destination)
How are you today Mrs Roe? I am very well thank you, how are you Mrs Roe? Good thank you and how is little Debbie? Well she has been very sick today, I gave her a bottle and changed her nappy but could you pleaassse help me?...I'm sorry Mrs Roe but I am too busy today. (Mrs Roe and Debbie go back home) Debbie got better quick, the 2 Mrs Roe's are very different now, one is gone and I have my memories of her.
cardstock: recollections/110/white, stampin' up baked brown sugar
paper: studio calico
stamps: a jillian vance design/sew special
ink: ranger/archival/black
other: a jillian vance design/grandma's garden quilt block die
... yes, this is me! Looking through som old photos I found this. Picture must have been taken by my grandma before christmas in 1971-72. The bird belonged to my grandmother and was tame and could talk and sing. I love how this picture is composed! This brings back faded memories ... merry christmas everyone!
PS: The bird was so tame and curious it always ate what we ate and as you can see here my food ... Original shot by grandma, original scan by me. Original posting idea inspired by chcharlie!
On Dec. 11, 1953, a B-36D bomber, "The Peacemaker," crashed into the Franklin Mountains while attempting to land at Fort Bliss in El Paso. A snowstorm had moved in that afternoon which limited visibility. All nine men aboard died. Today, wreckage lies scattered across the mountainside, reminders of the tragedy.
This is a wooden Memory book that makes a perfect surface for woodburning and of course colour is also a fun add in. The image is a toucan, that is taken from a clip art program on my old computer. I increased the size and freehanded the burn and subsequent colouring.
The woods are swept with hurricane memories, littered with leaves and broken branches. It's raining again, but less wild this time, sending a sleepy trickle drifting down the hillside. It's steep both ways, very little level ground to rest on, but these lost roads carry an incomparable kind of mystery. Washouts keep digging deeper, silt swept downhill until it finds an escaping stream. A strange dream shaped by missing pieces, fill in the blanks with jagged rocks and new growth shouldering for space. I feel like I'm hurtling someplace, like a train without a track, trying to escape the rails. Every bend mends something in my mind, the need to know what's next, but not too far ahead. It's harder on the way back, taking each turn in reverse. My heart is pounding, thumping like each foot falling. Heavy breaths of a pace kept by no one's standard but mine. There's a line on the map, and it's all that defines me. Some blinking dot, some scurrying ant on a north/south path. Each step in sequence says the same thing, I just want to belong, I need to hear the words: "It's not right that you've left". But even though I'll go, I'll be coming back again.
September 11, 2019
Nictaux South, Nova Scotia
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iPhone 3GS, Hipstamatic, John S, Pistil Film | Akihabara, Tokyo
I made this card for Lucy's Lovely Lines sketch at Lily Pad cards. Check my blog for details. watermarksdesigns.blogspot.com/2011/06/memory-box.html