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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.
I remember lying beside this awesome Mulga Snake for 90 Minutes while he consumed this Bearded Dragon, taken at Old Canonba Road, Nyngan, New South Wales, Australia.
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.
Memories may be beautiful and yet, what's too painful to remember we simply choose to forget.
So it's the laughter we will remember, whenever we remember the way we were.
The Way We Were - Barbra Streisand
... 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.
In memory of Lily Mae Sharp who sadly passed away on the 18th May 2017 and the 22 men, women and children who lost their lives in the Manchester Arena attack on the 22nd May 2017. This Bee was made possible by the very kind donations of those below en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Symbols_of_Manchester
Lula and Lola (and Hope) playing a game where you look at a tray of random objects for a minute or so, then you have to remember and write down what the objects were.
Celeiro e eira que ,a quem contempla este espaço,fazendo uma pausa no seu caminhar,recordam o tempo em que aqui se reuniam à roda das espigas,jovens e velhos, para a desfolhada,com cantigas à desgarrada e se recebiam tímidos beijos daquele/a que encontrava o "milho rei".
Milho rei é uma espiga vermelha que se encontra por vezes entre as vulgares espigas amarelas.
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
These Plumeria flowers brought back memories of Hawaii when I was stationed there 52 years ago. Taken at the butterfly house.
Hand held. 20D W/28-300mm Lens
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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
Yarn: Landscapes in Mesa from Knitpicks (discontinued)
Pattern: Memories, felted bowls from Knitpicks
Sabine in front of the 9/11 Memorial in Padova.
Daniel Libeskind’s September 11 Memorial – Memory and Light – in Padova pays tribute to the victims of the 2001 terrorist attacks in America.
It is a 17-metre tall structure of steel and glass, with a girder from the Twin Towers of the World Trade Centre in New York built into its body, donated by the US Department of State.
2 декабря 2019, Творческий вечер памяти святителя Филарета / 2 December 2019, Creative evening in memory of St. Filaret
When I think about the things I tried when I was young I get chills. There is no way that I would go down a big hill today on a skateboard. I still have a scar on my arm to show my children that I was a daredevil in my youth. When we were on skateboards there was no such thing as wearing elbow and knee pads, or even a helmet. When it came to fashion you knew you were in style if your parents could afford to buy a pair of converse sneakers. I've really admire the new boot pair of converse sneakers, I don't know if I'm cool enough to pull off wearing them, so for now I just admire them. Inspiration from Pink Sherbert Photography
Just taking a little *Blythe Break* . . .
Taking a stroll down memory lane . . .
Just for FUN . . . !!
xoxo
Heidi
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Of COURSE I blocked out the "groom" in this photo, but I have always loved this shot of ME!!!
hehe
circa 1996
p.s. The marriage lasted for 6 weeks :) The WORST 6 weeks of my life :) :) :)
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