Memory

Written by eklastic

🎼 I can dream of the old times … 🎶

Rummaging in my archives is one reason why I participate in photo challenges. I – like most of you, all of you? – take so many photos that it is impossible to keep track of them. They sleep in the depth of my computer and I’d probably never see them again if it weren’t for these challenge-guided tours. And with the photos come memories which is part of why I take photos in the first place. Of course, the better I tag the easier it is to find fitting images.

Tights with a design and shoelaces (also with a design of sorts) – memories of runs and runners and fun days.

Something with a pattern. Memories of a walk somewhere in the Palatinate.

Something glass – memories to a visit at the National Glass Centre in Sunderland, where we saw industrial glass, utility glass, and art).

Something with … No! Henry with green eyes. I don’t really need memories of him, he is laying on my forearms at the moment, trying to control what I type and fulfilling his role as “the one to be blamed for any typis” ( sic!).

Lens Artist Photo Challenge: A Virtual Scavenger Hunt

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