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Spotted in an Anitque Shop window in Porlock, Somerset, UK, this jigsaw reminded me of the many times I travelled on this train. See here for the evidence. Andrew.
Taken in front of Corkle's Mini Mart and Gift Shop, which is also one of the gas stations in this, the seat of Jackson County. Facing due north up Main Street.
I actually remember snapping this Instamatic shot of Walden's business district just after I'd refueled one of our Chevy Suburbans and said "Good Morning" to the gent in the trilby. Greeting everyone you saw was a required act on a landscape where people were few and far between.
While it might lack some of the architectural panache and high-end shopping venues of the Champs-Élysées or Chicago's Magnificent Mile, this town, the only settlement worthy of that name in North Park, was for the students of my summer field camp class the one link to civilization as we'd previously known it.
Of almost mythic significance was its cafe/coffee shop, which had in its front window not a list of daily specials but this sign:
WE ARE CLOSED ON SUNDAY
THE LORD'S DAY
We tried, whenever it wasn't the Lord's day, to catch a meal in its semi-welcoming confines for a simple reason. Back at our KOA campsite we were slowly being starved to death on a diet of prison-grade hot dogs, glutinous white bread, and deflavored baked beans by the young woman who was nominally our cook.
As I recall, this person was a petulant grad student from some other department. At each meal she greeted us with a scowl, which was probably a consciously formulated tactic to defend herself proactively from the inevitable grumbling about the portion sizes and gastronomic consequences of eating that fare day after day.
Well, we all survived, but only by periodically boosting our caloric intake in Walden.
Now, having researched how the place has changed in the fifty-one years since I took this photo, I can verify that it hasn't. At least not appreciably.
Amazingly, Jack's Tire Service is still there, and it's still a Firestone affiliate. The NAPA auto-parts store is still there, and it too is in the same building. The Chedsey Motel and the Park Theater, ditto. There have been a few facade paint jobs and some storefronts have been gussied up, but that's about it. Have Waldenites discovered the secret of eternal life? Maybe because they don't profane themselves by dining out on Sundays?
Let me state for the record that I'm impressed to the state of speechless awe that I've found one community in this "development"-crazy country that has preserved its twentieth-century self well into the twenty-first. Did the world pass Walden by, or did it through luck or civic policy surpass the rest of us, by its retaining its rustic soul?
But if you're wondering where the geology comes in, be satisfied that here you're smack dab in the middle of a great structural basin, ringed by the Medicine Bow and the Never Summer Ranges to the east, and by the Rabbit Ears Range to the south. And if you take a moment to drive down Main Street on Google Earth Street View, you'll catch sight of the snowcapped Park Range to the west.
When I made that virtual drive myself a few minutes ago, I even discovered some first-rate architectural geology. The IOOF Lodge at 448 Main is made of buff-colored rock from top to bottom. According to www.visitnorthparkco.com, it was "quarried out of local sandstone in 1912." It's set in random ashlar with a crenellated roofline in front, and in rubble on the sides. Could it have been taken from the Lower Cretaceous Dakota Formation, which I measured and mapped and trudged over elsewhere in North Park? Or is it the Paleocene-to-Eocene Coalmont Formation? I think it has been commercially extracted in Walden or nearby.
I'd bet on the latter. But sadly, in this image the building is visible only as a tiny shape in the far distance, beyond the theater on the other side of the street. My apologies.
And in case you're wondering, IOOF = the Independent Order of Odd Fellows. The Illinois town I grew up in had an IOOF Lodge, too. Both that one and this were better known to the locals as the Odd Fellows Hall.
You'll find the other photos and descriptions of this series in my From the Hall of Disjointed Memories album.
It's been eight years since Pako went missing and presumed killed by a rogue dog that was casing the neighborhood. June 11th, 2009 was the last time I saw my cat Pako. I still love and miss him dearly. Losing Pako, and never finding him despite an extensive eternal search, was a tough time for me. Every year now on June 11th, I post some photos of him on Flickr.
I now have 5 cats. My boy Serengeti, in particular, really fills the void as he is my special lap cat who constantly seeks my affections.
From-Dhaka Comilla Highway, Bangladesh
Description-When it rains, when the road blurs, when the sight is turning distant... then i remember, i remember the days i've left behind, the seconds i enjoyed, the fragments stored in my memories... i remember them all...
Only in this moment
Will my heart remind beside you
Only in this moment
Will a pacence stay alive
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Chị Diệp có tên Korean là RiNa, dễ thương ghê. 2 chị em iu thuong nhau khung khiep, suot ngay tấm tắc nhau " ui cha, chị thich có đứa e gái như em dzị đó! ", " mèn ui, em khoái có chị gái như chị dzị đó!" . hàha, lý do don gian la ng. thì thich dieu cho ng. khac, ng,. kia lai dieu ma ko biet tu làm điệu. =.= [ chú thích: các kiểu tóc bím of Angel suot chuyến đi la do designer RiNa cả đấy] nhớ chị nhiều, chị hồn nhiên và vui vẻ luôn ...
Working with lead Seasoned visual artist Haleh Jamali and also supported by Lindsay McFarlane, patients have created artworks inspired by memories set into drawers. Each drawer draws on particular memory themes, is wall-papered with photos, text and images and contains found and made objects. The drawers are to be framed as hung boxes. Installed on top are memory bottles containing short pieces memories that patients can use to discuss with others. Created in Bannockburn Hospital, Stirling 2011-12
Memory Cloud is a platform that offers the people of Detroit an opportunity to engage in a dialouge about the city.
Photo by Jireh Hinton
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.
Now the sun's gone to hill
And the moon's riding high
Let me bid you farewell
Every man has to die
But it's written in the starlight
And every line on your palm
We're fools to make war
On our brothers in arms
Brothers in Arms - Dire Straits
A picture of Templeton and Scout from 2002. Nearly everything in this picture exists only in memories. Templeton died in 2007, Scout in 2013. The window seat, where I loved to hang out with the cats, was in my office in our old house, we moved a few months after the picture was taken. My mother-in-law made the seat cushion the cats are sleeping on, she too has passed away. The blanket behind the cats, though, has seen daily use since then, and while it has seen better days, it is still hanging in there.
'Islands of Memory' by Darlene Charneco. resin, nails, toyparts, flocking, enamel, acrylic on wood. 24" diameter.
Crystallization/Rebuilding on Islands of Memory...potential recovery of lost memories.
part of Self-Assembling MemoryPalace series.
This picture was taken in a parking lot on 4th Street in Marietta. It had snowed outside and the only thing disturbing the snow, is the imprints of someone's shoes. The shoeprints left a memory in the snow.
Each candle was lit in the memory of someone. This picture was taken in the church in downtown Christchurch New Zealand.
Whether the primary photographer or the second shooter, photographing a wedding is a great honor. Immerse yourself in the enthusiasm of the event, have fun and help the new couple make memories that will last a lifetime.
- My second step into the field of textured images, a framed photo of a window from the good old days... oh the memories :)
View on black (for a better view of the crime scene)
Frame by: Skeletalmess, thank you :)
Memory Teddy Bears made from my mothers cloths. She passed away on Nov 28, 2018. Each great grandchild is getting one.
Chiếc máy du lịch đi cùng 3 năm trời ròng rã . Vui có buồn có , đẹp có xấu có . Là 1 đứa con bị bỏ rơi khi người ấy có G10 về chung vui . Rất vui vì nó theo mình đến tận giờ này , sống chết thế nào cũng giữ và nuôi sống nó đến hết đời :X