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A table in the RFH foyer requesting memories people have of the place. It's been closed for some time now as it's having an overhaul.
Porto Pim is an old port at Horta in Faial Island in the Azores in Portugal. It lies between Monte Escuro and Monte da Guia and was a natural refuge for the first colonialists of the region. Porto Pim features beautiful beach washed by turquoise water. Till 1878 it had served as the main port of Horta and is located at its southern-most extreme. It was used for loading and unloading cargo and supplies. The harbour had a number of fortifications of which today only Portão Fortificado de Porto Pim and a small part of São Sebastião have survived. There are also the remains of an old whaling factory located to the left of the beach that hosts a whaling museum today.
Photo: William Gra.
Memories Album:
In today's times we use much color, sharpness, and we care much for the picture has no noise, just the opposite to what was photography in the past. I dedicate this album to the memory of the great photographers of the past, such as my favorite photograph Ruth Bernhard and Edward Weston, from him I learned that unsightly things can become interesting.
En los tiempos de hoy utilizamos mucho el color, la nitidez y nos preocupamos mucho porque la foto no tenga ruido, todo lo contrario a lo que era la fotografía en el pasado. Éste album lo dedico a la memoria de los grandes fotografos del pasado, como por ejemplo mi fotografa favorita Ruth Bernhard y Edward Weston, de él aprendí que las cosas poco agraciadas pueden llegar a ser interesantes.
How Deep Is Your Love - Lovelykby
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I know your eyes in the morning sun
I feel you touch me in the pouring rain
And the moment that you wander far from me
I wanna feel you in my arms again
And you come to me on a summer breeze
Keep me warm in your love and then softly leave
And its me you need to show
How deep is your love
I really need to learn
cause were living in a world of fools
Breaking us down
When they all should let us be
We belong to you and me
I believe in you
You know the door to my very soul
Youre the light in my deepest darkest hour
Youre my saviour when I fall
And you may not think
I care for you
When you know down inside
That I really do
And its me you need to show
G&B: Thắng ♥ Phương
Location: Ba Vì
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The memory of my lunch box and what my mother put inside it.
The memory of going to baseball games at Westgate Park where I watched Tony Perez play as a minor leaguer. Two of my baseball hero's are pictured here... Ted William and Eddie Mathews (both of San Diego}.
The memory of owning my first pocket knife and wristwatch.
The memory of marbles and all the other games I played.
And lastly the memory of my bullfrog 'Black Jack'. Once homework and chores were finished my parents let me off to the fields and the canyons. The memory of all the snakes, lizards, and insects that I brought home and was allowed to keep. Black Jack shown here was donated to The San Diego Zoo one day and my dad and I were brought back behind the displays to see everything there!
I lived a very full and active life as a boy...
Our Daily Challenge
'My Childhood Memories'
Memories of years gone by.... of little girls and pigtails, roller skates and bright-eyed wonderment, snuggles and storytime. These are the memories that make being a mom....the best
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“There weren’t enough air raid shelters at the schools for all the children when the war started. They moved lessons all over the town to different churches and public buildings. Classroom’s were dotted around the town.”
Viewed from the 3rd floor terrace of the Library of Birmingham, the Hall of Memory is a permanent memorial to those who gave their lives in the two World Wars.
Speak of childhood memories!!!
One night we had some gusty winds, a bit thundery, so in our garden on the grass were hundreds of those, blown off their home, the maple tree... No seed in there yet, they were fresh, so no flying... we'll have to wait for Autumn.
The innocent fun you could have with those twirly thingies, throwing them up, running after them (kept us fit!), guarding your 'best' ones!
Used the ring flash on this.
Now, DO NOT rush out to get one of those!
It is not a priority, has quite 'limited' usage, is particular and specific and not the easiest to use! I use it together with other sources of lighting, but that's my game, my challenge(obsession?) PLAYING and PAINTING with light.
Sometimes I just 'feeeeeeeeel' like this, an image in b&w...
I love the subtle tones, all the varied tones, that give the flower/petals/stems their texture, depth and form, their delectable shapes accentuated, extracted and emphasized without the colour. Don't you agree?
Have a fun day and thanx, M, (*_*)
For more stories and anecdotes, see my non-commercial blog here: magdaindigo.blogspot.com/
Memories live. They merely fade from the temporal to recess forever within the grace of the eternal.
An exhibition by Félix Luque and Iñigo Bilbao
Memory Lane is an audiovisual installation exploring in new ways the theme of memory and space through different artefacts the two artists produced from 3D-captured landscapes of their childhood in Asturias (Spain). Better yet, these natural environments – strands, rocky areas, woodland – do not simply inspire this project: they literally feed it. Turned into data via a high-end 3D panoramic scanning and modelling, these locations served as a mould to the sculpted piece presented in the final installation.
On the one hand, two large screens let you experience a new form of cinematography: explore the data cloud of the 3D-scanned static scenes, imagine what cannot actually be seen and what might lurk into darkness. On the other, a sand rock, which was scanned and reproduced in full detail floats on top of powerful electromagnets within a structure that shifts horizontally. The noise produced by the magnetic field is amplified to create a sound environment that surrounds the two artworks in an almost meditative ambience. The installation forms in this way a coherent unit: sand rock and landscape – slowly shifting together and coming through as hyperrealist as well as clearly artificial – are two aspects of the same investigation on memory and space, on perception of reality and on the human capacity of generating fiction, either by means of a simple child's game or of a complex technological process.
Memory Lane exhibition space is a landscape composed of four parts: a series of large prints, a 2 channels video, a levitation sculpture, and Bois Mort ("Snag"), a new light&sound sculpture produced especially for this show at iMAL. The installation was first exhibited in September 2015 during the Ars Electronica Festival at Linz (AT).
There a many strange bits and pieces to be found in the stone walls around the Purbeck. Lots of fossils, (fish teeth, shells and bones) old coins can sometimes turn up too. I have even found an old musket ball.
People sometimes leave little momentoes, memories of lost loved ones, wedged into the stones or under trees. This small heart was placed carefully on a wall. Maybe it was just found by a passerby and put here, maybe it means something more...
This sculpture of five pen nibs is located at one of the entrances to Supreme Court Gardens in the city. I figured it was some kind of monument to the generations of clerks and lawyers who've worked in the courts - as it turns out it's all about written memories of the gardens from the Victorian era. Go figure.
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“A lot of our family history is on Union Street. These roads were our play grounds. There were no cars back then and we’d play football in these streets.”
I am working on a small memory plaque for a boxer that recently passed at the old age of 11 from cancer. They took his paw print afterwards at the vet's office (something new to me) and I was able to make a reverse mold of it out of poly clay so that it can be touched and you can actually feel the texture of what his paw was like. He was missing a toe on this paw by the way.
After my sneak preview at Arvid Wretman and Jenny Palén's art exhibition at the Haninge Cultural Centre last week, I went back the other day for a closer look. The showroom is very dark. The only lighting comes from a couple of spotlights directed at some of the large scale paintings on the walls. On those paintings figures are emerging from a melting city that has been placed on the floor of the show room. The Memory Hole is a reflection of the mass produced plastic toys that came with the MTV revolution in the early 1980's.
Full of gifts from friends...Memory keepers...Creative tools...Things that survived the declutter...