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  1. 📰 Today's top stories, personally curated for you by Zorz Studios: zorz.it/newspaper

    - How to design a #PhotoAlbum: a step by step guide;
    - How to start #SocialMedia #marketing in 5 easy steps;
    - A warm #MountainWedding inspired by travel;
    - The #GoldenGlobes red carpet marks the return of the staid #BlackSuit;
    - A brief history of #SurrealistArt: from the #Bible and #AncientEgypt to Salvador Dalí’s dream worlds, and more

    #ZoracleDaily #newspaper

  2. Trying to save memories by preserving evocative objects (a photograph is not a memory).

    An example of the importance of objects in supporting memory; objects that we invest with aspects of our self.

    theguardian.com/world/gallery/

    #memory #philosophy #EvocativeObejcts #PhotoAlbum #Valencia #floods

  3. Trying to save memories by preserving evocative objects (a photograph is not a memory).

    An example of the importance of objects in supporting memory; objects that we invest with aspects of our self.

    theguardian.com/world/gallery/

    #memory #philosophy #EvocativeObejcts #PhotoAlbum #Valencia #floods

  4. Trying to save memories by preserving evocative objects (a photograph is not a memory).

    An example of the importance of objects in supporting memory; objects that we invest with aspects of our self.

    theguardian.com/world/gallery/

    #memory #philosophy #EvocativeObejcts #PhotoAlbum #Valencia #floods

  5. Trying to save memories by preserving evocative objects (a photograph is not a memory).

    An example of the importance of objects in supporting memory; objects that we invest with aspects of our self.

    theguardian.com/world/gallery/

    #memory #philosophy #EvocativeObejcts #PhotoAlbum #Valencia #floods

  6. Trying to save memories by preserving evocative objects (a photograph is not a memory).

    An example of the importance of objects in supporting memory; objects that we invest with aspects of our self.

    theguardian.com/world/gallery/

    #memory #philosophy #EvocativeObejcts #PhotoAlbum #Valencia #floods

  7. Gestern bin ich direkt nach der Arbeit zu meinem Ehrenamt bei der Caritas #Leipzig aufgebrochen. Unterwegs entstand dieses Bild der #Propstei, das es bis zum Fotodrucker und in mein Album geschafft hat.

    #Ehrenamt #Volunteering #Caritas #Foto #Photo #Photoprinter #Photoalbum #Fotografie #Photography

  8. Gestern bin ich direkt nach der Arbeit zu meinem Ehrenamt bei der Caritas #Leipzig aufgebrochen. Unterwegs entstand dieses Bild der #Propstei, das es bis zum Fotodrucker und in mein Album geschafft hat.

    #Ehrenamt #Volunteering #Caritas #Foto #Photo #Photoprinter #Photoalbum #Fotografie #Photography

  9. Gestern bin ich direkt nach der Arbeit zu meinem Ehrenamt bei der Caritas #Leipzig aufgebrochen. Unterwegs entstand dieses Bild der #Propstei, das es bis zum Fotodrucker und in mein Album geschafft hat.

    #Ehrenamt #Volunteering #Caritas #Foto #Photo #Photoprinter #Photoalbum #Fotografie #Photography

  10. Gestern bin ich direkt nach der Arbeit zu meinem Ehrenamt bei der Caritas #Leipzig aufgebrochen. Unterwegs entstand dieses Bild der #Propstei, das es bis zum Fotodrucker und in mein Album geschafft hat.

    #Ehrenamt #Volunteering #Caritas #Foto #Photo #Photoprinter #Photoalbum #Fotografie #Photography

  11. Gestern bin ich direkt nach der Arbeit zu meinem Ehrenamt bei der Caritas #Leipzig aufgebrochen. Unterwegs entstand dieses Bild der #Propstei, das es bis zum Fotodrucker und in mein Album geschafft hat.

    #Ehrenamt #Volunteering #Caritas #Foto #Photo #Photoprinter #Photoalbum #Fotografie #Photography

  12. My sister in law started a shared Google Photo Album where we can all add pictures of my father. One of my brother’s friends is going to make a slide show out of them that we will have running at the wake on Thursday.

    I was looking through the album and I had a weird moment where my memory and reality sort of broke apart from each other. There was a picture of me from a couple of years before I had my weight loss surgery. I wasn’t even close to the 450 pounds I weighed when I finally decided to go under the knife, but I was probably 380 pounds or so. I was huge, though not quite as huge as I would eventually get.

    Seeing that picture didn’t phase me in the least. I kept scrolling through the album and I eventually got to a photo from earlier this year. Father’s Day, to be precise. There was a picture of my father with my brother, my sister, and some other guy. I did a double take. The other guy was me. I didn’t recognize myself. It was the same me that I see in the morning now. It was post-surgery, 215-220 pound me. The current me. The new normal, real me. I didn’t recognize me.

    I did recognize the dangerously overweight me as if it were the “real” me.

    That didn’t bother me quite as much as being asked about my mother while talking about my father’s funeral did (as mentioned in a post from earlier today), but it disturbed me a bit.

    Like… who am I? Who is the “real” me? Do I even know? Will I ever know?

    https://robertjames1971.blog/2024/09/03/which-me-is-real/

    #dad #Family #health #mom #photoAlbum #reality #weight #weightLoss #weightLossSurgery #whatIsReal #WhoAmI

  13. I drew an Eguzkilore on my "Bilbao" photo album.
    I think it's been a while since I really printed out holiday photos to stick in an album. :blobcatcoffee:
    I have found an explanation on what this plants meaning in the basque Mythology is Here is a link because the text is to long :angery:

    tumblr.com/beautiful-basque-co

    #eguzkilore #euskalherria #photoalbum
    #mastoart #euskadi #basquecountry #etxera #thistle #flower #silberdistel

  14. A perfect birthday gift for a photographer from my awesome wife 😍! A limited edition print of Annie Leibovitz fiery portrait of Patti Smith + her photo album released by Taschen. Now looking for the right place to hang it!
    #annieleibovitz #birthdaygift #photography #photoalbum #taschen

  15. My sister in law started a shared Google Photo Album where we can all add pictures of my father. One of my brother’s friends is going to make a slide show out of them that we will have running at the wake on Thursday.

    I was looking through the album and I had a weird moment where my memory and reality sort of broke apart from each other. There was a picture of me from a couple of years before I had my weight loss surgery. I wasn’t even close to the 450 pounds I weighed when I finally decided to go under the knife, but I was probably 380 pounds or so. I was huge, though not quite as huge as I would eventually get.

    Seeing that picture didn’t phase me in the least. I kept scrolling through the album and I eventually got to a photo from earlier this year. Father’s Day, to be precise. There was a picture of my father with my brother, my sister, and some other guy. I did a double take. The other guy was me. I didn’t recognize myself. It was the same me that I see in the morning now. It was post-surgery, 215-220 pound me. The current me. The new normal, real me. I didn’t recognize me.

    I did recognize the dangerously overweight me as if it were the “real” me.

    That didn’t bother me quite as much as being asked about my mother while talking about my father’s funeral did (as mentioned in a post from earlier today), but it disturbed me a bit.

    Like… who am I? Who is the “real” me? Do I even know? Will I ever know?

    https://robertjames1971.blog/2024/09/03/which-me-is-real/

    #dad #Family #health #mom #photoAlbum #reality #weight #weightLoss #weightLossSurgery #whatIsReal #WhoAmI

  16. My sister in law started a shared Google Photo Album where we can all add pictures of my father. One of my brother’s friends is going to make a slide show out of them that we will have running at the wake on Thursday.

    I was looking through the album and I had a weird moment where my memory and reality sort of broke apart from each other. There was a picture of me from a couple of years before I had my weight loss surgery. I wasn’t even close to the 450 pounds I weighed when I finally decided to go under the knife, but I was probably 380 pounds or so. I was huge, though not quite as huge as I would eventually get.

    Seeing that picture didn’t phase me in the least. I kept scrolling through the album and I eventually got to a photo from earlier this year. Father’s Day, to be precise. There was a picture of my father with my brother, my sister, and some other guy. I did a double take. The other guy was me. I didn’t recognize myself. It was the same me that I see in the morning now. It was post-surgery, 215-220 pound me. The current me. The new normal, real me. I didn’t recognize me.

    I did recognize the dangerously overweight me as if it were the “real” me.

    That didn’t bother me quite as much as being asked about my mother while talking about my father’s funeral did (as mentioned in a post from earlier today), but it disturbed me a bit.

    Like… who am I? Who is the “real” me? Do I even know? Will I ever know?

    https://robertjames1971.blog/2024/09/03/which-me-is-real/

    #dad #Family #health #mom #photoAlbum #reality #weight #weightLoss #weightLossSurgery #whatIsReal #WhoAmI

  17. My sister in law started a shared Google Photo Album where we can all add pictures of my father. One of my brother’s friends is going to make a slide show out of them that we will have running at the wake on Thursday.

    I was looking through the album and I had a weird moment where my memory and reality sort of broke apart from each other. There was a picture of me from a couple of years before I had my weight loss surgery. I wasn’t even close to the 450 pounds I weighed when I finally decided to go under the knife, but I was probably 380 pounds or so. I was huge, though not quite as huge as I would eventually get.

    Seeing that picture didn’t phase me in the least. I kept scrolling through the album and I eventually got to a photo from earlier this year. Father’s Day, to be precise. There was a picture of my father with my brother, my sister, and some other guy. I did a double take. The other guy was me. I didn’t recognize myself. It was the same me that I see in the morning now. It was post-surgery, 215-220 pound me. The current me. The new normal, real me. I didn’t recognize me.

    I did recognize the dangerously overweight me as if it were the “real” me.

    That didn’t bother me quite as much as being asked about my mother while talking about my father’s funeral did (as mentioned in a post from earlier today), but it disturbed me a bit.

    Like… who am I? Who is the “real” me? Do I even know? Will I ever know?

    https://robertjames1971.blog/2024/09/03/which-me-is-real/

    #dad #Family #health #mom #photoAlbum #reality #weight #weightLoss #weightLossSurgery #whatIsReal #WhoAmI

  18. My sister in law started a shared Google Photo Album where we can all add pictures of my father. One of my brother’s friends is going to make a slide show out of them that we will have running at the wake on Thursday.

    I was looking through the album and I had a weird moment where my memory and reality sort of broke apart from each other. There was a picture of me from a couple of years before I had my weight loss surgery. I wasn’t even close to the 450 pounds I weighed when I finally decided to go under the knife, but I was probably 380 pounds or so. I was huge, though not quite as huge as I would eventually get.

    Seeing that picture didn’t phase me in the least. I kept scrolling through the album and I eventually got to a photo from earlier this year. Father’s Day, to be precise. There was a picture of my father with my brother, my sister, and some other guy. I did a double take. The other guy was me. I didn’t recognize myself. It was the same me that I see in the morning now. It was post-surgery, 215-220 pound me. The current me. The new normal, real me. I didn’t recognize me.

    I did recognize the dangerously overweight me as if it were the “real” me.

    That didn’t bother me quite as much as being asked about my mother while talking about my father’s funeral did (as mentioned in a post from earlier today), but it disturbed me a bit.

    Like… who am I? Who is the “real” me? Do I even know? Will I ever know?

    https://robertjames1971.blog/2024/09/03/which-me-is-real/

    #dad #Family #health #mom #photoAlbum #reality #weight #weightLoss #weightLossSurgery #whatIsReal #WhoAmI

  19. In meinem Fotoalbum sieht es so aus. Es war eine schöne Woche.
    Möchtest du Teil meines Alltags sein und in meinem Fotoalbum erscheinen ? Schick mir eine PN.

    My Album is full of pictures. Has been a wonderful week.
    Do you want to be Part of my journey and in my album? DM me.

    #margherhyme #journey #margherhymesjourney #fullweek #photoalbum #pokemonlove #Pokemongo #pokemongoapp #pokemonart #pokemonfanart #pokemonfriends #digitalart

  20. In meinem Fotoalbum sieht es so aus. Es war eine schöne Woche.
    Möchtest du Teil meines Alltags sein und in meinem Fotoalbum erscheinen ? Schick mir eine PN.

    My Album is full of pictures. Has been a wonderful week.
    Do you want to be Part of my journey and in my album? DM me.

    #margherhyme #journey #margherhymesjourney #fullweek #photoalbum #pokemonlove #Pokemongo #pokemongoapp #pokemonart #pokemonfanart #pokemonfriends #digitalart