Sunday, February 19, 2012

Family Memories: Reminiscing on the Past

Reminiscing on the past

As the hands of the time revolves around us, we are so preoccupied with life and eventually we tend to lose contact with our family albums. The pages of the albums are collecting dust in the corner of the room and the framed photographs just stand still. A quick glance from the corner of the eyes is all the attention it gets and we barely spend time to analyse the photographs. Family albums tell stories, a family history written and recorded in the form of visuals. That moment in time was frozen. Thus, the photograph became the only medium which takes us back in time. This project is an autobiography of a family's past memories, recalled  from selected photographs from a family's albums.

Love never gives up.
Love cares more for others than for self.
Love doesn't want what it doesn't have.
Love doesn't strut,
Doesn't have a swelled head,
Doesn't force itself on others,
Isn't always "me first,"
Doesn't fly off the handle,
Doesn't keep score of the sins of others,
Doesn't revel when others grovel,
Takes pleasure in the flowering of truth,
Puts up with anything,
Trusts God always,
Always looks for the best,
Never looks back,
But keeps going to the end.
The Holy Bible
I Corinthians 13: 4-7 (MSG)

There's a Light over the horizon
Though I may not know what lies ahead
I know that you'll be there
You'll be there
Chelsea Brandow

His name is Frisky
Her name is Shy
He hasten
But she restrained
He was too loud and lively
But she was calm and quiet
Yet they were the best of friends
And they still are

Like a long lost dream recalled
I remember that ferris wheel ride
It seemed unreal
But real memories don’t easily fade away

The cold wintry feeling is at it’s best
When you are around
Lookin’ forward to the next winter
When the family will be together again

“You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains;
You raise me up, to walk on stormy seas;
I am strong, when I am on your shoulders;
You raise me up: To more than I can be...”
Brendan Graham
Rolf Løvland
The voice of life spoke to me
But I didn’t realize it
I turned a deaf ear
But heaven poured its mercy on me
Thus I was saved
O Silent Voice! my guardian angel
I longed to hear your voice
Open my eyes
Teach me your ways
And let me not astray

His wisdom overflowed in silvery white lines
His thoughts inked down each day
His humility shines on his face
His humour, a joy for all
His voice, always a soothing sound
A man of great deeds
Yet disrespected by his own blood
And many a times, his values ignored
But he is still strong as ever
No one else will ever take his place
He is and will always be the greatest

He looked through the iris
I stared back
A quick sharp sound
His world, captured in fractions of a second

Selflessness can be an inborn quality
But moreover, it is a divine quality

A long mane could have been perfect
But not like Rapunzel’s
Pretty girly curly long mane
As good as it looks
So can it be boring
So I chopped off the long mane
Quite a liberation!
Whoosh! with the spikes!
I didn’t have to wait for it to dry
The task ever getting simpler
But once ain’t enough again
As it gets shorter,
I have to stop until mom rings the alarm
So here I am
Walking towards the long mane again
Whether short or long
It is still a long winding road

For the life you’ve given us
The love you’ve poured on us
Blessing and honour be yours
Now and forever

Knowing we can spend a lifetime
Reminiscing on the past
Knowing I will see your face again
Where tender moment last
It makes me wanna be there
Knowing I won't be alone
Knowing you'll be there makes it easy to go home
Suzanne Jennings
Michael Sykes


  1. Wow...amazing work...Like it alottttt....:)

  2. DIN a nalh hlom lutk......soi dan ph ka thiam to lo...kool

  3. Thlalak chu i thiam satliah lo deuh hlek zawng a nih hi... i hnaah pawh i tuia i thawk nasa tih i kutchhuak atrang pawhin a lang ee... Kum hmasa lama i click te nen chuan danglamna nasa tak hmuh tur a awm......ti jel rawh aww thiannu........... ;)