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Sad to see a child's scooter abandoned in the undergrowth at the JFK Arboretum. I wonder if it was left behind by mistake & the child was heartbroken or if it broke & was left deliberately because the parents couldn't be bothered to carry it home & dispose of it? It's a wonder the staff hadn't removed it, looks like it's been there a while.
For 100 pictures in 2017 #97 Unwanted
We're drowning,
heartbroken, falling...
Time has won
The storm has come
The waves are splashing,
Pulling us under
But we must stay strong
We have to get through.
Swim, swim to the shore,
And start new
The Old Ferry Boat Inn , Holywell, Huntingdonshire.
The Old Ferryboat Inn in Holywell claims to be the oldest pub in England, as many pubs do. It was established in 560 so whether it really is the oldest or not, it is certainly very old indeed.
The Inn is supposedly home to the ghost of a young girl whose grave lies in the bar. All manner of unusual happenings are attributed to her, including lights that won't switch off and one night a year when guests don't sleep through the night.
Juliet Tewsley was a young girl who lived in the area nearly 1,000 years ago. She was in love with a forester called Tom Zoul, but, the story goes, he did not love her back. Another version suggests that they had been in love at one time, but he neglected her.
The heartbroken young woman is said to have hanged herself from a tree near the Inn – or drowned herself in the River Ouse – on March 17, in either 1050 or 1078. She was buried in the unhallowed ground close to the Inn and her grave was marked with a simple stone slab.
Llanddwyn Island is named after St Dwynwen, the Welsh patron saint of lovers. Legend has it that she was spurned by a prince and retreated heartbroken to the island. There she was granted three wishes, and asked to be given the power to grant the wishes of true lovers.
It's the age-old story of "just make up something racist."
This is the marker for the grave of Susan O. Hail, a woman who died in 1852 while traveling the Oregon Trail in Nebraska.
The original stone is long gone, so in 1933, a new one was placed by Hastings Outdoor Club. They tried to explain this lonesome grave by claiming: "Legends says this pioneer died after drinking water poisoned by Indians."
But that's not what happened.
The truth is that the 34 year old Hail was traveling with her husband Richard and their six children. They were on their way to California. In what is now Adams County, Nebraska, Susan came down with cholera and died.
Richard was heartbroken and poor. He marked the grave with a makeshift marker turned around, heading back for the nearest town so he could have a proper marble stone carved.
He arrived in either St. Joseph or Omaha, sold his horses and bought the stone and a wheelbarrow. He carted the headstone in the wheelbarrow all the way across Nebraska. After laying the stone, he joined another wagon train heading west.
The stone procured by Richard told the basic facts, mentioning nothing about water poisoned by Indians.
After moving on, the stone became a point of local pride. Nearby residents would take care of the grounds surrounding the grave. This is probably where the story of the poisoned water came in.
At some point (before 1933), the stone was destroyed and the one that is there now was erected. There are additional plaques placed by the Oregon-California Trails Association and Nebraska Historical Society that tell the actual story of what happened.
About 4% of those who traveled the Oregon Trail died along the way - the vast majority of those from disease.
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Camera: Chamonix 45F-2
Lens: Steinheil München Anastigmat Actinar 4.5; 135mm
Film: Fomapan 100
Exposure: f/6.3; 1/100sec
Process: FA-1027; 1+14; 9min
Nebraska
July 2023
I'm reposting this because I watched an episode of Rizzoli and Isles which is recorded in Boston.
The magnificent, Dusty Button, in Anthony Randazzo's lovely, wonderful class, onstage at The Boston Opera House, during The Boston Ballet Fiftieth Anniversary Alumni Reunion Weekend. Fantastic...:)
I was heartbroken to discover that the view from front row seats at the Boston Opera House cuts off the dancers' feet!!!! This may be great for opera audiences, however, it is a disaster for dance photography!!!
I could get decent photos of dancers only when they were jumping! That was after the ballet class moved from the barre to combinations in "the center." Notice the missing feet of the dancers who are not jumping...(:-(
Another interesting observation. The dancers exhibit different dance styles. I imagine it's because the dancers are from all over the world...
The original was in Flickr's Explore. Highest position: 3 on Monday, September 29, 2014
IMG_2574 - Version 2
I am so sad to report that poor Tubby was killed on our transformer Wednesday morning and I am heartbroken, this guy gave us so much joy and we will miss him terribly, when I got up in the morning he was always at his little chair eating some corn....I will miss being greeted in the morning that way.
I am glad that I have lots and lots of photos of him to share! He had such a presence and this may sound weird but he was full of personality...
1. B O U G A I N V I L L E A, 2. *magnolia(?), 3. Until the Last Moment., 4. Untitled, 5. Daydream believers, 6. stupid butterfly is stupid, 7. summer time..., 8. Heartbroken but Healing, 9. ...
The pics are from various artists, please click them for see more. Thanks you so much people for your piece of art & for inspire me! ♥
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Gardeners in the Nishat Bagh in Srinagar.
Nishat Bagh is a terraced Mughal garden built on the eastern side of the Dal Lake, close to Srinagar in the union territory of Jammu and Kashmir, India. ‘Nishat Bagh’ is Urdu, and means the "Garden of Joy," "Garden of Gladness" and "Garden of Delight."
Located on the bank of the Dal Lake, with the Zabarwan Mountains as its backdrop, Nishat Bagh is a garden with views of the lake beneath the Pir Panjal mountain range. The Bagh was designed and built in 1633 by Asif Khan, elder brother of Nur Jehan.
When Shah Jahan saw the garden, after its completion in 1633, he expressed great appreciation of its grandeur and beauty. He is believed to have expressed his delight three times to Asif Khan, his father-in-law, in the hope that he would make a gift of it to him. As no such offer was forthcoming from Asif Khan, however, Shah Jahan was piqued and ordered that the water supply to the garden should be cut off. Then, for some time, the garden was deserted. Asif Khan was desolate and heartbroken. When he was resting under the shade of a tree, in one of the terraces, his servant was bold enough to turn on the water supply source from the Shalimar Bagh. When Asif Khan heard the sound of water and the fountains in action he was startled and immediately ordered the disconnection of the water supply as he feared the worst reaction from the Emperor for this wanton act of disobedience. Fortunately Shah Jahan, who heard about this incident at the garden, was not annoyed by the disobedience of his orders. Instead, he approved of the servant’s loyal service to his master and then ordered the full restoration rights for the supply of water to the garden to Asif Khan, his Prime Minister and father-in-law.
The Mughal Princess Zuhra Begum, the daughter of the Mughal Emperor Alamgir II, and granddaughter of the Emperor Jahandar Shah, was buried in the garden.
The security council’s ban on mass events till 31 August means that all the big summer events will be cancelled. In Ghent too many are heartbroken, It is the first time since World War I that the Ghent Festivities will not take place. The Festival of Ghent is without doubt the biggest and best-known street festival in Europe, attracting around 2 million visitors each year. “The Ghent Festivities are part of the city’s DNA. The cancellation of course hurts, but we are resilient. In 2021 we plan to party twice as hard” said Mathias De Clercq, the city’s mayor. Here are some memories of the sparkling “Gentse Feesten” from 2014. On display are people enjoying a performance of late Walter De Buck. It was one of his last public appearances before he passed away later that year. Walter De Buck was a singer, sculptor and founder of the modern “Gentse Feesten” – Sint-Jacobsplein, Ghent, Belgium.
I am heartbroken to have to announce the passing of my grandma Hilda who died at home this morning at 11:32 with her devoted husband, my grandad Bill, and I right by her side. My grandad cared for my grandma during her final years even while unwell himself.
You taught me so many lessons Grandma and I will forever miss your loving guidance. I am lost now that you are no longer in this world with me but I have so many memories to cherish of our time together which will help me to see the light in the dark days ahead as I say my final goodbye.
You have been reunited with your beloved daughter Karen who was taken from you as a child far too soon and also your mother Jane who you never got to know. Please watch over me Grandma and continue to guide me in this life. May you now rest in perpetual bliss. I know that one day we will meet again. Love always, your grandson, Brandon. 💔
Eternal rest grant unto them, O Lord, and let perpetual light shine upon them. May they rest in peace. ✞
The hauntingly beautiful ruins of the Old Church of Dunlewey stand beneath the brooding shadow of Mount Errigal. Built in the mid-1800s by Jane Smith Russell in memory of her beloved husband, Reverend James Russell, the church is a lasting testament to a deep and tragic love. Locals tell how Jane, heartbroken after his untimely death, oversaw every detail of the little Gothic-style church so his spirit would never be forgotten. Though services ceased long ago, visitors say the place still carries a gentle, romantic hush an enduring whisper of devotion that lingers among the wild heather and Donegal mist.
Just four weeks ago, I lost my precious Boo Kitty. He took ill suddenly and went downhill so fast my head was spinning. Boo was rescued from my backyard as a kitten along with his brother Alex and Mama.
My heart just breaks for him. Boo was my mini panther.
Nine days later, I lost my precious Twiga who had just turned 21 years old. Needless to say, I am more heartbroken than I could ever have imagined.
Rest in peace, sweet boy. I miss you so much!!!
Me and Dom had the pleasure of watching these adorable baby mourning doves hatch and grow out right outside our condo last year. There were 2 of them in the nest, they both ended with unfortunate fates, which left me heartbroken for them and the parents. They havent came back to the tree since. I was hoping for more success this year. Me and Dom loved watching them, it was the first thing we would do in the morning. I love his interest in them. Possibly a future birder. I am thankful for these photos i got of these angels.
So they say that these old New England homes have character AND a ❤️. Well there is proof of that at The Hearthside House if you stay late enough to see it. No, this is not photoshoped...the heart is really there.
This is what is surprises you in the attic of the House. The door you see lead to a portico that was torn down during the Hurricane of 1938.
The backstory of the house is that Stephen Smith built the house around 1810 to impress his beloved. She rejected the house and he in turn was heartbroken. He never moved into the house or got married.
His heart may have been broken but the home survived and is a living museum to this day.
For more info: www.hearthsidehouse.org/
Much thanks for all the Church love throughout the years. She was a good girl and very easy to love. xo
This is the first image in my 100 X 2017 series. My theme is Bob Dylan songs.
Most people who love music have some-one that has been the sound track to their lives.
For me it is Bob Dylan.
My love affair started when I was a teenager. It was not cool to like Bob Dylan where I came from in the 1970s but there was a small group of us who were dedicated followers, a secret society that would sit around, discussing his lyrics, like pretentious intellectuals. Many of my vinyls have written notes on the lyric sheets. When I heard he was coming to Australia in 1986, my first opportunity to see him, I rang my boyfriend in tears and said that once I see him I can die (True Confessions Tour with Tom Petty at Kooyong). I went to both concerts just in case. Well, fortunately for me I didn't and went on to see all his tours to Melbourne since. Anyone who has seen BD knows that his concerts are "like a box of chocolates" you never know what you are going to get. However, I always feel I am in the presence of royalty (His Bobness).
What I love most about his songs is that they always take me on a lyrical journey of such rich imagery and adventure, I can see the places, the characters, their clothes, the ridiculous and the heartbroken. I can feel the rage of injustice, the blistering sun, the outrageous, idiot wind and smell her sweet perfume.
This image is of me holding Bob's first album Bob Dylan (1962), surrounded by all his original vinyls I have collected over the years. I imagine I have bitten off more than I can chew in trying to do this but I think I will have some fun and I hope you aren't too bored by the journey and can share it with me.
Scooby started out as the Mascot of the barn, and quickly rose to absolute Superstar. He was a show pony and carriage pony and companion and friend to most creatures on and around the property.
We were heartbroken when sadly he got killed by a Paralysis Tick end of September 2024. A Scooby-shaped-piece of my heart will always be hurting, I suspect...
Last night, at about 2 in the morning - I lost a best friend. My rat, Winston Churchill. I'm still so heartbroken right now. Forgive me if I don't upload often within the next few days. Or maybe I will, just to keep my mind on other things. Thank you to everyone who has taken the time to look at my pictures. ♥
The story of this little dog entering our lives is bittersweet. My sister Jake had a previous dog named Delilah, a sweet loving dog to the family but extremely protective...long story short she attacked one of our other dogs, Bella, we had no choice but to put her down as much as it hurt. Jake was heartbroken, so to make it a little easier this Christmas we surprised her with this ball of fire
Had to prove I didn't PS the moose in my last shot. : )
Plus... This made a great natural frame. I was going to crop it different, but I had to get her "dainty" hoof in there for Sara. :-P
Assignment 2: "The natural frame .One of the best techniques for adding interest to an image is to have your subject framed by something on the edge of the image. Everyone read that again. Your subject must be framed. I'll be heartbroken and harsh with critique if we get any pictures of a wonderful frame with no subject. tag with cwd112
I don't know if you heard, but, Madge, a lovely flickr member and wonderful photographer passed away this past December. I was heartbroken to hear the news. She was always a bright light in the flickr world and her zest for arranging, capturing and sharing the beautiful things in and around her home was always inspiring. She was a master of still life and delightful puns and I will miss her dearly. If you know Madge, I am sure you felt the same and, if you didn't, head on over to her stream now www.flickr.com/photos/mytimeflickrcom/ . it is pure delight.
Nakameguro (中目黒) is a quiet residential district of Meguro, Tokyo. It is very nice to walk along the Meguro River (目黒川).
Many scenes in the drama series “Matrimonial Chaos” (最高の離婚 Saikou no Rikon) and Shitsuren Chocolatier (Heartbroken Chocolatier / 失恋ショコラティエ) of Fuji TV took place on streets of this area also.
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Model: Sony NEX-5N, Shutter Speed: 1/320 sec, Aperture: f/2, Focal Length: 50mm, ISO: 100
Lens: Metabones Sony A-mount to NEX Speed Booster Adapter + Sony 50mm f/1.4 Lens Alpha Mount (SAL50F14).
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REST IN PEACE BELLA. With a broken heart and tears in my eyes, I am sad to say that our precious Bella passed away while we were on a cruise to New England. She simply passed away quickly while on the lap of Nana who was watching her for us. We are heartbroken and miss our little girl terribly. She loved to be held and talked with us for hours on end.
I have called Wildlife rescue and am waiting for a call back from them to see if she can be moved to a better spot in the gardens. I will be heartbroken if any thing bad happens to her as she has gathered a few bits of twigs and stones around her for a nest I think this must be a first time mum. Keep your fingers crossed for her.
You said you could save me.
Day 18, I loved this photoshoot so much, vines are so cool to work with, I'm lucky my model was willing to risk getting insects in her hair, just for the photos <3 More photos from this photoshoot later.
Cloudy Skies over Cleadon Windmill.
The ruined windmill on the hills was constructed in the 1820s. The mill is built on the highest part of Cleadon Hills on a slight artificial mound. The building incorporates a stone reefing stage, a feature that was peculiar to windmills in the area.
The mill was severely damaged in a storm at some time during the 1870s, and then suffered the indignity of being a target for gunnery practice during the First World War. A photograph dating from the 1920s shows the rotating cap and the windshaft more or less intact but without the sails, which were presumably destroyed during the storm that put the mill out of business. Nowadays the entrances to the mill are barred and locked, the remains of internal machinery that were visible in the mill during the 1970s are now gone, although broken fragments of a millstone remain.
A local legend relates the story of Elizabeth Gibbon, a heartbroken woman who threw herself from the top of the mill tower and whose ghost apparently haunts the ruin of the mill to this day. The windmill was operated by the Gibbon family at the time the storm took place, which lends some weight to the tale of Elizabeth's suicide.
"She plays the notes like a winging, like a long leaving, like standing at the edge of what once was and witnessing the losing of something pure and prayed for. It is like Asia weeping, like a sky crying. 'This one,' I turn to her at the piano, 'it always makes me hurt just a bit, Hope.' Is it the beauty of the song?' "
(Ann Voskamp ... "Holy Experience")
www.incourage.me/2011/05/when-youve-been-wounded-cheated-...
Sometimes our lives are touched by tiny friends who stay only for a short while. I wish things had turned out differently, and we could have seen you grow up with your amazing, loving, nurturing, protective adoptive Crane parents.
Little Gosling, You will stay in my heart forever. ❤️
In mourning for all of her beautiful companions that have gone before her.
The title and description by *Jen*.