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My baby boy, Ishmael at Moissac in southern France. Ish died in 2014 and Moissac seems a distant memory due to Covid travel restrictions - HSoS!
Let’s take a walk down memory lane,
Let’s go to the fifties to share those days once again.
Go to the Triangle Restaurant with your steady date,
To see all your friends cruising and staying out late.
Ride very slowly through our small town,
The twenty-five cent gas never let you down.
A cherry coke we drank with two straws,
We cruised, played our music, never worried about the laws.
Let’s go back to those good old days,
There were ball games, parties, and class plays.
The music we played never got old,
The juke box blared out those songs of gold.
We went to the drive in movie on Saturday night,
As teens our money was always very tight.
Our friends would hide in the trunk of the cars,
Then emerge and sit with us under the stars.
I want to go back to those days of yesteryear,
Where we lived among friends without fear.
To stop and have a soda at the local drug store,
Yes, it is possible for us to dream once more.
© Lynn B. Glover 2011
My late grandmother bought this little dachshund for me even before I was born. This little cutie accompanied my early childhood and has been staying with me until today
[Dedicated to CRA (ILYWAMHASAM)]
Taken on Jan 6, 2025 and Uploaded for the groups
CrAzY Tuesday #ChildhoodMemories
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Pinwheels, little windmills, another prop of Summer, theses things bring back memories from deep within... your childhood...
How can I resist, such fun colours, another photo begging to be taken. LOL
Have a wonderful day, filled with love and beauty, M, (*_*)
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I shot this image when visiting old friends, and it brings back memories. My roots are just a bit north of there, but the landscape with the fat clay is very similar.
Cycling to school. Every day 15 km x 2. The view close to our home, where my mother still lives today. The land where a I worked after graduating high school to earn some money to get myself a new guitar amp and a train ticket across Europe for holidays.
Without memory, there would be no civilization, no society, no future. You never know when you're making a memory. Nothing prevents happiness like the memory of happiness. There is no pain so great as the memory of joy in present grief. ~ Elie Wiesel
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Dati Tecnici
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a) Fuji X-H1 + Anello adattatore FRINGER-EF-FXPRO2 + Canon Zoom Lens EF 24/70mm f.2,8 L USM
b) Tempo 1/60s apertura a f.5,6 + 2/3 di stop (a mano libera no flash);
c) Focale nell'ottica 55mm, reale circa 83mm, ISO/ASA 6400
d) Tecnica di impressione del sensore (Tecnica dell'Esposizione a Destra)
e) Lettura Esposimetrica in Media a Prevalenza Centrale con esposimetro della macchina;
f) Messa a fuoco (auto);
g) File Tif/Raw 137Mb convertito;
h) Lux Ambiente indiretta 3250° kelvin (cielo coperto leggermente nuvoloso);
i) Prima Post-Produzione per effettuare un minimo intervento del bilanciamento tonale nelle varie aree del fotogramma con Nikon Capture NX 2
l) Seconda Post-Produzione con Adobe Photoshop CS6 per il bilanciamento della compensazione dell’Esposizione con le zone d’ombra;
m) Post-Produzione di completamento con Nikon Capture NX 2.
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All Love Can Be - James Horner
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…una mente brillante
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...piove a dirotto e
in una via deserta si sente
d'un carro lo scricchiolio,
degli zoccoli lo scalpitio
in mezzo al triste mondo.
Abbandonato, un bambino
piange dietro una bara,
pallido il viso, occhi nel vuoto
chiede conforto alla nebbia
che stretto lo avvolge là…
dove la pupilla incerta
è in cerca d’una madre
del suo bacio, dell’ultimo abbraccio
ma oramai… tutto ha perso.
E’ solo coi suoi stracci addosso
lerci e inzuppati di pioggia
rimane la sua memoria
più santa e la più cara.
…sarai per sempre
il figlio di una donna muta.
Alza gli occhi al triste cielo
una figura intravede,…che
una silenziosa parola eleva,
sarai,….una mente brillante
e il suo ricordo lo conforta.
Gli dirà con placida fermezza;
con la gelosa e veggente tenerezza
avrò per lei sempre parole dolci
era un angelo, era la sua mamma.
………………………..…….. Luigi Mirto
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…a beatiful mind
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... it rains heavily and
you hear a deserted street
the creaking of a cart,
the trampling of the hooves
in the middle of the sad world.
Abandoned, a child
cries behind a coffin,
face pale, eyes blank
asks comfort from the fog
how tightly it wraps it there ...
where his pupil is uncertain
is looking for a mother
of her kiss, the last hug
but now ... everything has lost.
He is alone with his rags on
filthy and drenched in rain
his memory remains
holiest and most expensive.
…you will be forever
the son of a dumb woman.
He rolls his eyes to the sad sky
a figure glimpses,… that
a silent word elevates,
you will be, …a beatiful mind
and the memory of him comforts him.
He will tell him with placid firmness;
with jealous and visionary tenderness
I will always have sweet words for her
she was an angel, she was his mother.
………………………..…….. Luigi Mirto
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Teaching Mathematics Again - James Horner
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Michael Oakley & Missing Words - Memory of You
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Macro Monday: Watch
This watch stood on my great-grandmother's night table for as long as I could remember, on her old miniature armchair. It's now in my parents' bookshelf, and it's a precious memory of long evenings talking with her.
Artistic collaboration with Misscoffecreamy www.flickr.com/photos/194754860@N02/ - she took the original self portrait
A childhood memory, playing jump rope / skip rope or simply known as skipping was a popular game played when I was a kid. Recently we came across a mural where you are able to interact and " play" . While we were busy playing and photographing a random tourist from China joined us in the game and she demonstrated how they used to do it in her homeland when she was a kid. It was great fun recalling the good old days. Guess we are all united in someway.
An old handmade metal boxe bought in a public market in India. I like to believe that many people have own this boxe through time.
of my mother. Born in 1907 and died in 1994. She was a musical and artistically talented woman.This is the inheritance from my mother !
The Background paper is a page from an old guest book ( 1913).
Its very interesting with a lot of anecdotes ,drawings ,music scores ect.
Pic By Pam
Devins Sim
So long sad times
Go long bad times
We are rid of you at last
Howdy gay times
Cloudy gray times
You are now a thing of the past
Happy days are here again
The skies above are clear again
So let's sing a song of cheer again
Happy days are here again
Altogether shout it now
There's no one
Who can doubt it now
So let's tell the world about it now
Happy days are here again
Your cares and troubles are gone
There'll be no more from now on
From now on
Happy days are here again
The skies above are clear again
So, let's sing a song of cheer again
Happy times
Happy nights
Happy days
Are here again!
"Nature alone is antique, and the oldest art a mushroom."
Thomas Carlyle
Years ago we stayed at Villa La Lodola in Foiano della Chiana, Italy. It was the most magical place to rest and recoup after days of traveling through Tuscany. One of my favorite pleasures was walking through the grounds, capturing the plant life surrounding me.
I remember walking on a gravel path near the patio when I discovered this tree covered in small mushrooms. The image still brings me back to days of sunshine, laughter and excellent meals shared with friends. Here's to traveling far from home and making memories.
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