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Along the trackbed of the disused Long Melford to Bury St. Edmunds branch line near Cockfield, Suffolk.
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Photo by Jireh Hinton
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Beyond Memory Lane in the Hope Cemetery of Middleville, Michigan, past the mown lawn of where the "nicer" dead people reside, were the ruins of the original cemetery. At one point it had overgrown, then the forest that had grown over it was exhumed and a controlled burn cleared the rest.
The stones are old and broken, and probably many are missing, but a few show signs of recent tending - flags on the graves of veterens; mason jars that probably had candles.
This was taken with my Loreo "Lens in a Cap PC" (PC for "perspective control"), which set me back all of $22 US.
middleville cemetery (IMG_0639)
Old images of my childhood scanned in & digitally overlayed with photographs to make them feel how I felt at that moment.
Memory changes with every moment that passes after it.
Memory DIMMs.
Need to classify and tag them. I don't want them, but maybe someone will need them for old servers.
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“The best thing about dreams is that fleeting moment, when you are between asleep and awake, when you don't know the difference between reality and fantasy, when for just that one moment you feel with your entire soul that the dream is reality, and it really happened.”
For Week 5, Memory.
I'm working on putting more planning behind the weekly themes, but I still feel like I'm scrambling on Saturdays.
I'm sure these kids will carry these memories of fishing with Dad on the beach for their entire lives. And soon after this was taken Dad pulled in a whopper. Well, not really a whopper. But I'm sure it was a whopper to them.
Thanks to Distressed Jewel for the overlay.
“It happens to everyone as they grow up. You find out who you are and what you want, and then you realize that people you've known forever don't see things the way you do. So you keep the wonderful memories, but find yourself moving on.”
- Nicholas Sparks -
www.goodreads.com/quotes/tag/moving-on
Come on in, welcome your entrance www.todaysposting.com/TPAssignment.php?TP=661 - not my entrance, but an entrance I found as welcoming when walking by
I adore this sculpture because you can experience it in two parts, one is a dark, deep black rectangle that captured and amplified the sounds we made. The other was an immense shape, too big for the space, too big to understand and too big to see. And that's the point. Our memory fills in what we can't see so that we think we understand the thing but haven't (and couldn't) see all of it.
Breathtakingly massive and equally impressive to behold.
A friend is someone who knows all about you, and loves you just the same.
Friendship gift band by Yash
The painting was done by a friend of mine in the 70's. The vase holds my wedding bouquet. The stereoscope card was my Great-aunt Gertrude's. The cabinet was one I bought in Korea in the 80's sold to a boyfriend after my divorce in '91 and bought back a couple of years later. (He charged me $10 more than I'd charged him!) The framed picture has my nieces Rita, Cindy, and Mima Lee. So everytime I walk in my front door, I'm surrounded by memories.