Soaking up the beauty around me on this warm early morning in late, late August has me desperately trying to suppress the emotions of clinging on, of eking out the pleasure, of denying the ineluctability of time ; childhood’s last strawberry on the plate, adolescence’s tearful refusal to admit it’s over, old age’s tottering optimism. Blinkered, content in our chosen place, I am enjoying the coda of a wonderful summer. Photography is my memory and, as I have tended only to take pictures of things and events that have made me happy, my memories are good. Over the years I have lost, through carelessness and foolishness, the majority of the body of work that I produced as a professional photographer….which is why the pictures that remain are full of joy and devoid of any purpose other than to give me, and those who share them with me, pleasure.
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Gabriel Garcia Marquez once lost a Whole BOOK. He put it in a drawer to settle for a few weeks and never found it again. He described it as having “fallen through the cracks in time”. So you are in good company.. c
I think that’s cheered me up…I shall consider my lost pictures to be of the same quality as Marquez’lost book…bit of a stretch of imagination but I’ll give it a go:)
Ha ha – you made me think of those dreadful, “Back to school” adverts in all the shops. I lived in Notting Hill for 10 years and it always seemed like autumn the day after the carnival.
That’s a beautiful example of reciprocity failure, but it’s the colour shift that makes the picture!
It’s done with lab colour where channel B just deals with blue and yellow…(channel A magenta and green/ channel L light and dark in relation to monochrome)..I love using it…thanks for the visit MD…and thank God that “Back to School” is behind me 🙂
Ha ha …and I thought that had happened naturally – you shouldn’t let on 😉
…I never learn…:)
Mad – my apologies: could not find your email! Am useless in transferring links, but if you do not get ‘Saveur’: please look up today’s :Barcelona Markets – ‘Bouqueria’ . . . you would love it 🙂 !!
I’ll check that out right away…thanks for the tip:)
I only just noticed that you were replying to Mad….I’m going to check it out anyway:)
Thanks Eha 🙂
It’s hot as Hades here, but one starts to get glimpses that it will soon be gone again. Ugh, Winter.
And thanks for sharing them with us!
I shall be keeping my eyes for changes in the season on your route to work…thanks for the visit:)
The definition of true peace and happiness- thank you.
I’m glad you liked it…lots of love:)
I knew it, I knew it ! Careless foolishness, that’s you ! Shame !
They are my middle names …or my whole name would work Careless Foolshness come to think of it:)
Summer dragged its heels down dusty lanes & clung to gateposts with arms full of asters & goldenrod. (–The beginning of a (rest forgotten) poem I wrote first day back in high school English class.) I still think of a new notebook & box of pencils & pretty plaid skirt. And where did I lose that Paris sketchbook along the way? Oh! Banish melancholy & longing & remember happy hours! And no more school! Hooray!
Wonderful comment,Jim….many thanks…lovely stuff…
Photos are my memory, too. They don’t disturb my momentary experience, particularly because I strive for mindful photos, rather they enhance my memories enormously. Thank you for your words.
And thank you for the visit….:)
‘Yesterday is but today’s memory, and tomorrow is today’s dream’ Khalil Gibran . . . .
Love the relaxing comfort the photo brings . . . .
Glad you liked it…:)
How wonderful your memories are good. 🙂
…so far, so good:)
Thank you for sharing the pleasure of the sunny photos with the rest of us 🙂
Glad you enjoyed them, Ksenia…:)
I find that memories of summer bring me warmth during winter’s coldest nights. On the other hand, so does a glass of bourbon.
You’re right, John, sometimes we need something more concrete than a fleeting memory…:)