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Memory is a way of holding onto the things you love, the things you are, the things you never want to lose.
~The Wonder Years (A television show)
While sorting and assembling books today, I found one of my school’s time diaries. It was a great pleasure and a wonderful flash back of the past years while going through the pages of it :)
I was the model for this photo, so it took a while to get right.
Thank goodness for mirrors and tripods. ;-)
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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.
"Once in the dream of night i stood,
lone in the light of a magic wood,
spirits of love were the stars that glowed.
The spirits of peace were the streams that flowed
into that magical wood in the land of sleep." Sarojini Naidu
Memory Box Stamp- Modern Bird Branch
Memory Box Patterned Paper- Spiceberry
Bazzill Papers-Oyster and Parakeet
Nestabilities Spellbinders Die
Prismacolor Pencils
Memento Rich Cocoa stamp pad
Hemp
Popsicle Stick
Crystal Effects
"Warmth of Spring Etsy Treasury" "recycled quilt" "eco quilt" "memory quilt" "mamaka mills" "alix joyal"
I took a trip to Skorradalur with my step dad to take this picture of a memory that he had of his grandpa when he was a little boy
Mémoire Memory Speicher memoria cuimhne память ذاكرة
Le nom d'Oradour-sur-Glane reste attaché au massacre de sa population par la division SS Das Reich le 10 juin 1944. La petite cité est aujourd'hui divisée en deux entités, dont le centre de la mémoire constitue en quelque sorte le trait d'union : l'ancien village, conservé à l'état de ruine, qui témoigne des souffrances infligées aux hommes, femmes et enfants de cette petite bourgade, et le nouveau village, reconstruit quelques centaines de mètres plus loin.
"Memories blur into dreams. Light bleeds into truth. Everything unforgiven; everything becoming hallow. Loneliness consumes and there is no way back. The places you played; the places you called home; the people you thought you loved, all of them, reduced to a memory of another life. A life you never lived. All the yesterdays that came from tomorrow, all the tomorrows that never came from yesterday. A new beginning because forever is never forever."
Ólafur Arnalds
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
shanghai, china.
corner of yongfu lu and fuxing lu.
a street where a good bro used to live.
not a particularly outstanding photo, but the memories are plentiful and great.
關於微醺記憶
About Memories.
不同時空拍下的照片，
產生了微妙的關連。
就像剪輯過的記憶可以產生新的故事。
生活中常有些畫面似曾相似，
因為記憶存在腦海裡，
腦部會將記憶自動串連，
經由拍攝的動作，
不自覺得蹦到你面前，無法掩飾。
這裡紀錄著攝影、記憶與時間微妙的三角關係。
希望你們喜歡。
使用方式：
單一地隨意亂翻看，
或是
連續地順著篇幅看，
都能有不同的故事想像。
Collage, 2010.
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Tells it all. Never played, but always watched. Caught this on my last visit to Shea Stadium, one of the last games for that ballpark.
I wonder if my rope's still hanging from the tree
By the standing pool where you drank me
And filled me full of thirsty love
And the memory of water?
I wonder if a king still fishes there
His back towards the burned-out air
His laughing catches singing loud
The memory of water
Your taste is blood and ecstasy
But I must drink you all alone
You're freckled like a speckled egg
A dove, but this bird has flown
O stay with me sweet memory
O stay with me
I wonder if my rope's still hanging from the tree
By the standing pool where you drank me
As pain flows through me like champagne
Of the memory of water
Memory Of Water - Marillion