Categories art contemplations inspiration life New York Photography street Day 23~ November 23rd~ New York Post author By ~mimo~ Post date November 27, 2012 7 Comments on Day 23~ November 23rd~ New York blurred shadow~ New York Why is it that our memories fade and blur like shadows of what has been, and only moments of passion and pain remain vivid in our minds? ShareEmailTweetShare on TumblrWhatsAppLike Loading... Tags america, blur, brooklyn, memories, mind, new york, pain, passion, red hook, shadow, sunset, usa By ~mimo~ Photographer, Art searcher, Motion Designer, traveler. View Archive → ← Day 22~ November 22nd~ New York → Day 24~ November 24th~ New York 7 replies on “Day 23~ November 23rd~ New York” Oh I love this, Mimo – excellent! Adrian Loading... love everything here Loading... Gorgeous photo and caption 🙂 Loading... love the concept! Loading... That melancholy moment when you realise that your memory has become just a memory of a memory! Loading... What an interesting self portrait. The end of day(?) colours make this feel kind of melancholy – as is your question… Loading... Yes, Karen, end of day with a glorious sunset as it is often on a clear day in New York. Memories tend to carry melancholy with them, don’t they? Loading... Leave a ReplyCancel reply
That melancholy moment when you realise that your memory has become just a memory of a memory! Loading...
What an interesting self portrait. The end of day(?) colours make this feel kind of melancholy – as is your question… Loading...
Yes, Karen, end of day with a glorious sunset as it is often on a clear day in New York. Memories tend to carry melancholy with them, don’t they? Loading...
7 replies on “Day 23~ November 23rd~ New York”
Oh I love this, Mimo – excellent! Adrian
love everything here
Gorgeous photo and caption 🙂
love the concept!
That melancholy moment when you realise that your memory has become just a memory of a memory!
What an interesting self portrait. The end of day(?) colours make this feel kind of melancholy – as is your question…
Yes, Karen, end of day with a glorious sunset as it is often on a clear day in New York. Memories tend to carry melancholy with them, don’t they?