I finally got a moment to take some pictures. The skies where overcast and that never happens here so I thought I would take advantage! There was a concept I had in mind but those didn't come out as I had imagined but I got this and I liked it. I may work on the other but for now this is what I have :-)

I am leaving this weekend to go back home.. it is so bitter sweet because I get to go home to see my family but I am going to be heartbroken when I leave...

I hope everyone has the most wonderful weekend and be most grateful for life because you just never know.

My dear friend lost her faithful boxer, Anne this week. Anne was 13 years old and went quickly. My friend has been totally heartbroken with grief. Her wonderful husband brought home this beautiful, 8 week old little girl, who they have named Skye. He is hoping to speed up the healing of her broken heart with this little bundle of joy.

Puppies touch everyone's heart including Explore! Thank you so much,.

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One of the main reasons I enjoy using flickr is the fact that I have "met" a lot of really cool people on here. A while back I commented on a contact's photostream that I had a short, failed relationship with an Olympus XA. We parted ways, and I remained slightly bitter and somewhat heartbroken.

Joe read my comment, and out of the kindness of his heart (and as a total surprise to me), he mailed me this little XA. This is the kind of action that restores my faith in the human race. Aside from being a cool cat, he also shoots some great photos. Do yourself a favor and check out his stream...

Joe Valtierra

...is not a bad thing...

sometimes, in order to move on and be happy again, we must learn to let go of that something or that someone we've been trying to hold on to for the longest time... *big hugs* to those who are hurting or trying to let go of... i know you can do it! ^^ xoxoxo :)

"letting go..."

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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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'Atrabilious'

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

Just... love for the victims, love for their families, love for LGBTIQ+ people and Latinxs everywhere who live with this hate every day, and love for the many kind and innocent Muslims (or people who "look" Muslim) who will further be singled out and targeted as terrorists due to this. I'm too heartbroken to think of much else to say.

some things we can do to help

This game's been out a year and just got into Cinematic Tools/Reshade and modding for DAI for the first time. I've already gone through several playthroughs and now i'm replaying again because I missed it. First time really playing as a HF (always played EF and was soooo heartbroken by Solas omg)

Default skin/brow textures because Black Emporium is essential to me (and I forgot which slots the mods are at ...).

Dear Flickr friends, I have to share some very sad news with you. My mom died, just a week shy of her 85th birthday. It was unexpected and very quick, so I guess that is a consolation - she did not have to suffer long. But I'm heartbroken...

as always, i’m more than a bit heartbroken to be leaving...

My sister's family member, Lola, spent her last weekend with the family. She is such a wonderful dog and she is beloved by the extended family as well. Lola had such a big personality and I was fortunate that I had my camera with me to capture her weekend being adored by the family. We will never forget her, we are truly heartbroken, and she will be greatly missed.

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.

is watch you walk away and not be able to run after you.

Today was so hard - so so so so so freaking hard. And I'm going to completely vomit up all my feelings into this description and be a complete girl and over emotional because right now I really need to get it all out because I'm so heartbroken and I just don't know what to do with myself. I really just don't know what to do with myself. I'm just sat here, I could shower but I don't have the energy or drive to get up and stand there in the water, I don't have the motivation to walk into the town or just go downstairs and get something to eat. My love is gone. I had to stand there while he went up the escalator and watch him leave, I was crying so hard behind him. In the car home I couldn't think straight, it feels like I've lost part of my mind, like part of me is missing - all of his things are gone from my room, and I've been searching for something to remind me that it wasn't all a dream. I have no idea what to do from here. I need my Aaron back. I'm hurting so hard!!! And its not just missing being able to see him and touch him and talk to him, I miss being able to turn to him and just knowing he is at most a few meters away from me. This is so hard. I had no idea how hard this was going to be. I guess it doesn't really help that I have Damien rice on repeat. My mind is so twisted right now, i feel like all my insides have been tied up in knots and my bones have been replaced with paper, I feel so weak

I've never needed someone so much in all my life, and I'm not a needy person - I love being alone so much I purposely isolate myself a lot of the time, but now I've felt what its like to be loved and be part of something other than myself I feel so helpless. I've never been loved so unconditionally like Aaron loves me - he is the most amazing person on this earth, ever to have lived - he is my world, he is my life and he is everything to me, without him i'm not even just a mess, i'm a purposeless mess. Like now, i'm just sat here doing nothing but crying and sniffing really loudly, and it really hurts. This is so freaking hard. I need you :(

Come back :(

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Whether you're a long-haul trucker, a heartbroken drifter, or just too cheap for a motel, sleeping in your truck is a time-honored tradition for road-weary souls. I've found that Walmart lots are the best--just park next to the RV's and look harmless. It's also good if you master the art of the "seat angle" repose which exists somewhere between almost comfortable and still regretting life. Just ask Somewhereville long haul trucker Clem Dieselman--he looks peaceful.

Image imagined in MidJourney AI and finished with Topaz Studio and Lightroom Classic.

The world's still broken since he left me.

I've quit my job and I'm moving back to my hometown. I have mixed feelings about it. But hopefully I can spend more time doing what I love - working on my art.

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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.

There was once this guy who is very much in love with his girl. This

romantic guy folded 1,000 pieces of paper cranes as a gift to his

girl.

Although, at that time he was just a small fry in his company, his

future didn't seem too bright, they were very happy together. Until

one day, his girl told him she was going to Paris and will never come

back. She also told him that she cannot visualize any future for the

both of them, so they went their own ways there and then...

Heartbroken, the guy agreed. But when he regained his confidence, he

worked hard day and night, slogging his body and mind just to make

something out of himself.

Finally with all the hard work and the help of friends, this guy had

set up his own company ...

You never fail until you stop trying. One rainy day, while this guy

was driving, he saw an elderly couple sharing an umbrella in the rain

walk ing to some destination. Even with the umbrella, they were still

drenched. It didn't take him long to realize they were his girl's

parents.

With a heart in getting back at them, he drove slowly beside the

couple, wanting them to spot him in his luxury sedan. He wanted them

to know that he wasn't the same any more; he had his own company, car,

condo, etc. He made it! What he saw next confused him, the couple was

walking towards a cemetery, and so he got out of his car and

followed...and he saw his girl, a photograph of her smiling sweetly as

ever at him from her tombstone and he saw his paper cranes right

beside her...

Her parents saw him. He asked them why this had happened. They

explained, she did not leave for France at all. She was ill with

cancer. She had believed that he will make it someday, but she did not

want to be his obstacle... therefore she had chosen to leave him.

Just because someone doesn't love you the way you wa nt them to,

doesn't mean they don't love you with all they have. She had wanted

her parents to put his paper cranes beside her, because, if the day

comes when fate brings him to her again...he can take some of those

back with him...

Once you have loved, you will always love. For what's in your mind may

escape but what's in your heart will remain forever.

The guy just wept...The worst way to miss someone is to be sitting

right beside her knowing you can't have her, see her or be with her

ever again.........hope you understand.

Find time to realize that there is one person who means so much to

you, for you might wake up one morning losing that person who you

thought meant nothing to you.

The world feels just that bit different today. Like so many others I was heartbroken to learn of the death of our beloved Queen yesterday. In one frail faint breath we went from living in the Era of Elizabeth II to the Era of Charles III. It seems unreal and I struggle to imagine a world without her presence. Oh I know that logically her advanced age was against her but there was a part of me that believed she was immortal and would always be with us. She truly was a remarkable woman who ruled for 70 years with grace and dignity, never putting a foot wrong.

But now we move forward and I anxiously await to see what our King has in store. He is a man who had ideas ahead of the times and was talking about the environment, climate change and social reform long before the rest of us got on board. If we give him a chance I believe he will be a good king and hopefully bring about some changes in our world.

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!!!

Let Go

Dropped from explore.. But hey, it still made it ;-)

Where's our beloved Sandra [westie4us] go!? All her photos are gone!

I'm in tears and heartbroken!!!

Sandra, we love you and be back soon okay!!

Playing this song: Coldplay - See You Soon

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You promised me you'd never leave me

You lied

Initially, for this photo I didn't have the heart on my hand. I had my tripod all set up and the camera's self-timer set and would run behind the shower to get the shot. But after reviewing the pictures, I thought it looked too plain. So, I drew a heart on my hand and did it all over again. =] This is what turned out.

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sweet sugar is a good model,she got pretty face and figure,we invited her to the keelung sea

coast and we want her to pretend a pityful girl which just lost her lover ,so she expressed sad mood that made the frame full of sexy and heartbroken atmosphere.thank sweet sugar

she did her best model job

Several versions of the myth have survived from ancient sources. The classic version is by Ovid, found in book 3 of his Metamorphoses (completed 8 AD); this is the story of Narcissus and Echo. One day Narcissus was walking in the woods when Echo, an Oread (mountain nymph) saw him, fell deeply in love, and followed him. Narcissus sensed he was being followed and shouted "Who's there?". Echo repeated "Who's there?". She eventually revealed her identity and attempted to embrace him. He stepped away and told her to leave him alone. She was heartbroken and spent the rest of her life in lonely glens until nothing but an echo sound remained of her. Nemesis, the goddess of revenge, learned of this story and decided to punish Narcissus. She lured him to a pool where he saw his own reflection. He didn't realize it was only an image and fell in love with it. He eventually recognized that his love could not be reciprocated and committed suicide.

An earlier version ascribed to the poet Parthenius of Nicaea, composed around 50 BC, was recently rediscovered among the Oxyrhynchus papyri at Oxford.Like Ovid's version, it ends with Narcissus committing suicide. A version by Conon, a contemporary of Ovid, also ends in suicide (Narrations, 24). In it, a young man named Aminias fell in love with Narcissus, who had already spurned his male suitors. Narcissus also spurned him and gave him a sword. Aminias committed suicide at Narcissus's doorstep. He had prayed to the gods to give Narcissus a lesson for all the pain he provoked. Narcissus walked by a pool of water and decided to drink some. He saw his reflection, became entranced by it, and killed himself because he could not have his object of desire.[3] A century later the travel writer Pausanias recorded a novel variant of the story, in which Narcissus falls in love with his twin sister rather than himself (Guide to Greece, 9.31.7).

Influence on culture

Тhe myth of Narcissus has inspired artists for at least two thousand years, even before the Roman poet Ovid featured a version in book III of his Metamorphoses. This was followed in more recent centuries by other poets (e.g. Keats and Alfred Edward Housman) and painters (Caravaggio, Poussin, Turner, Dalí (see Metamorphosis of Narcissus), and Waterhouse).

Narcissus in literature : Narcissus by Gyula Benczúr In Stendhal's novel Le Rouge et le Noir (1830), there is a classic narcissist in the character of Mathilde. Says Prince Korasoff to Julien Sorel, the protagonist, with respect to his beloved girl:She looks at herself instead of looking at you, and so doesn't know you.During the two or three little outbursts of passion she has allowed herself in your favor, she has, by a great effort of imagination, seen in you the hero of her dreams, and not yourself as you really are.(Page 401, 1953 Penguin Edition, trans. Margaret R.B. Shaw).The myth had a decided influence on English Victorian homoerotic culture, via André Gide's study of the myth, Le Traité du Narcisse ('The Treatise of the Narcissus', 1891), and the only novel by Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray.

Paulo Coelho's The Alchemist also starts with a story about Narcissus, found (we are told) by the alchemist in a book brought by someone in the caravan. The alchemist's (and Coelho's) source was very probably Hesketh Pearson's The Life of Oscar Wilde (1946) in which this story is recorded (Penguin edition, p. 217) as one of Wilde's inspired inventions. This version of the Narcissus story is based on Wilde's "The Disciple" from his "Poems in Prose (Wilde) ".Author and poet Rainer Maria Rilke visits the character and symbolism of Narcissus in several of his poems.Seamus Heaney references Narcissus in his poem "Personal Helicon" from his first collection "Death of a Naturalist":

"To stare, big-eyed Narcissus, into some spring

Is beneath all adult dignity."In Rick Riordan's Heroes of Olympus series, Narcissus appears as a minor antagonist in the third book The Mark of Athena.In the fantasy series Harry Potter, Narcissa Malfoy, a minor antagonist, is named for Narcissus.William Faulkner's character "Narcissa" in Sanctuary, sister of Horace Benbow, was also named after Narcissus. Throughout the novel, she allows the arrogant, pompous pressures of high-class society to overrule the unconditional love that she should have for her brother.Hermann Hesse's character "Narcissus" in "Narcissus and Goldmund" shares several of mythical Narcissus' traits, although his narcissism is based on his intellect rather than his physical beauty.A. E. Housman refers to the 'Greek Lad', Narcissus, in his poem Look not in my Eyes from A Shropshire Lad set to music by several English composers including George Butterworth. At the end of the poem stands a jonquil, a variety of daffodil, Narcissus Jonquilla, which like Narcissus looks sadly down into the water.Herman Melville references the myth of Narcissus in his novel Moby-Dick, in which Ishmael explains the myth as "the key to it all," referring to the greater theme of finding the essence of Truth through the physical world.On Sophia de Mello Breyner Andresen's A Fada Oriana, the eponymous protagonist is punished with mortality for abandoning her duties in order to stare at herself in the surface of a river.

Narcissus on film

In the TV series Boardwalk Empire, a Dr. Narcisse (Valentin Narcisse) is introduced as a condescending intellectual.

Scottish-Canadian animator Norman McLaren finished his career with a short film named Narcissus, re-telling the Greek legend through ballet.Narcissus appears in the Disney adaptation of Hercules. In the film, he is portrayed as an Olympian god with purple skin.In the film Bab'Aziz, directed by Nacer Khemir, a Narcissus like character was portrayed by an ancient prince who sat by a pond for days after days and looked at the reflection of his own soul. He was referred to as 'The prince who contemplated his soul'.Pink Narcissus is an artistic film by James Bidgood about the fantasies of a hustler.The escape craft Ripley boards in the 1979 Ridley Scott film Alien is called the Narcissus.In the 2011 film Seeing Heaven, Narcissus is depicted in a painting - the character of the film also replicates the myth of Narcissus gazing at his own reflection. The film delves deeply into the main character (Paul) and the theme is loosely based on the myth of Narcissus, as all who look at Paul are transfixed by his beauty - just as all those who gazed upon Narcissus were transifixed with his beauty.

In music

National Medal Of Arts recipient Morten Lauridsen wrote a choral work entitled "Dirait-on" based on the poem by Rainer Maria Rilke."Supper's Ready" by Genesis (ca. 1972), a near-23-minute epic song laden with religious and mythological imagery, refers to the myth of Narcissus as follows: A young figure sits still by the pool / He's been stamped "Human Bacon" by some butchery tool / (He is you) / Social Security took care of this lad. / We watch in reverence, as Narcissus is turned to a flower. / A flower?. The movement is titled "How Dare I Be So Beautiful?".American rock band Tool made a subtle reference in their song "Reflection" from their third studio album Lateralus. Not only is the whole song a metaphor of the myth, but it also makes an explicit reference: And as I pull my head out I am without one doubt/ Don't want to be down here feeding my narcissism/ I must crucify the ego before it's far too late/ I pray the light lifts me out. The song combines elements of self-analysis and finding the right path, versus self-infatuation and absorption.Progressive metal band Threshold referenced the myth with an 11-minute epic titled "Narcissus", the closing track on their album Hypothetical. Greek metal band Septic Flesh recorded a song about Narcissus (called "Narcissus") on their album Communion."Narcissus in a Red Dress" by The Like was released on The Like EP and their album Release Me. The Canadian band Hedley has written a song about Narcissus (called "Narcissist"). One line goes He falls in love with his reflection in the glass / He can't resist who's staring back.Composer Nikolai Tcherepnin wrote his ballet "Narcisse et Echo, Op. 40 in 1911 for Sergei Diaghilev's Ballets Russes and was danced by Nijinski. Uruguayan band El Cuarteto de Nos wrote the song "Me Amo" (I Love Myself) in which the chorus sings "como Narciso soy" (I am like Narcissus). In 2010, Swedish electronic artist pacific! released "Narcissus" an album and ballet staged in Gothenburg.[7] In 1994, composer Mark Applebaum composed Narcissus: Strata/Panacea for marimba solo. This work comprised one movement of the larger Janus Cycle, for mixed instrumentation.[8] In 1987, Thea Musgrave was commissioned by a consortium of four flutists for a solo work. She composed Narcissus for flute and digital delay.

In 1898 Havelock Ellis, an English sexologist, used the term "narcissus-like" in reference to excessive masturbation, whereby the person becomes his or her own sex object.In 1899, Paul Näche was the first person to use the term "narcissism" in a study of sexual perversions.

Otto Rank, in 1911, published the first psychoanalytical paper specifically concerned with narcissism, linking it to vanity and self-admiration.Sigmund Freud only published one paper exclusively devoted to narcissism in 1914, called "On Narcissism: An Introduction".One of the personality disorders is called narcissistic personality disorder.In Marilyn Manson's song Deep Six, One of the lines mentions his name, along with the Greek god Zeus.

en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Narcissus_(mythology)

Narcissus was once walking by a lake or river and decided to drink some water; he saw his reflection in the water and was surprised by the beauty he saw; he became entranced by the reflection of himself.The myth of Narcissus is one of the most known Greek Myths, due to its uniqueness and moral tale; Narcissus, was the son of River God Cephisus and nymph Lyriope. He was known for his beauty and he was loved by God Apollo due to his extraordinary physique.The myth of Narcissus comes in two different versions, the Greek and the Greco-Roman version, as both Conon the Greek and Ovid, the Roman poet, wrote the story of Narcissus, enhancing it with different elements.According to Conon, Aminias, a young man fell in love with Narcissus, who had already spurned his male suitors. Aminias was also spurned by Narcissus who gave the unfortunate young man a sword. Aminias killed himself at Narcissus’ doorstep praying to the Gods to give Narcissus a lesson for all the pain he had provoked.Narcissus was once walking by a lake or river and decided to drink some water; he saw his reflection in the water and was surprised by the beauty he saw; he became entranced by the reflection of himself. He could not obtain the object of his desire though, and he died at the banks of the river or lake from his sorrow.The myth presented by Ovid the poet is slightly altered. According to this myth, Narcissus’ parents were worried because of the extraordinary beauty of the child and asked prophet Teiresias what to do, regarding their son’s futureTeiresias told them that the boy would grow old only if “he didn’t get to know himself”. When Narcissus was sixteen he was walking in the woods and Nymph Echo saw him and felt madly in love with him. She started following him and Narcissus asked “who’s there”, feeling someone after him.Echo responded “who’s there” and that went on for some time until Echo decided to show herself. She tried to embrace the boy who stepped away from Echo, telling her to leave him alone. Echo was left heartbroken and spent the rest of her life in glens; until nothing but an echo sound remained of her.Nemesis, though, the Goddess of Revenge, heard the story and decided to punish Narcissus. From this point the stories are similar; Narcissus sees himself in the pond and he is amazed by the beauty of the reflection. Once he figured out that his love could not be addressed, he killed himself.

Woods are protected by flood.

www.greekmyths-greekmythology.com/narcissus-myth-echo/

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“The heart was made to be broken.” — Oscar Wilde

For the record, this photograph is pure fiction. I am not heartbroken, nor am I getting drunk on bourbon and smoking cigarettes.

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“Life is truly known only to those who suffer, lose, endure adversity and stumble from defeat to defeat.” - Anais Nin

Love will tear us apart again.

[There are some things in life that jostle you so thoroughly, you're left reeling for an indeterminate amount of time. And *sometimes* when you're already reeling, you reel further due to other occurrences heaping on top of the initial thing that sent you reeling. At which point you might find yourself spinning uncontrollably, in such a way that eating and sleeping become less and less likely options--until you give up on them altogether. It then becomes *exciting* when you feel a small hunger pang or stinging in your eyes that seems to be your body weakly telling you you need to address those once habitual basic needs you used to meet.

So. That's where I'm at. I don't know what it is about my life, but things really do come in threes for me. Three deaths, three breakups in three years, three relationships...three cars. Okay maybe that last one doesn't matter. But--it's odd. At this point I don't know if I'm becoming superstitious or just losing my mind. Let's hope for the former, because the latter really sounds like a bother.

I really want anyone reading this who might also be going through hard times to know--deeply--that they are not alone. I don't care how cliche it sounds.]

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There’s an old Hawaiian legend tied to the ohia tree and its flower, the lehua blossom: One day Pele, the goddess of volcanos, met a handsome warrior named Ohia and she asked him to marry her. But Ohia had already pledged his love to Lehua. Pele was furious when Ohia turned down her marriage proposal, so she turned Ohia into a twisted tree. Lehua was heartbroken. The gods took pity on Lehua and decided it was an injustice to have Ohia and Lehua separated. So, they turned Lehua into a flower on the o'hia tree so that the two lovers would be forever joined together. So you should never pick a lehua blossom from an o'hia tree.

Hope you have a wonderful week! Thanks, as always, for stopping by and for all of your kind comments -- I appreciate them all. I'm so far behind with everything I may never catch up!

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I was feeling alone, cold and heartbroken yesterday. Did a total of 10 drafts for this pic before finally settling on this version that i'm satisfied with, encapsulating every emotion that i was feeling yesterday.

www.youtube.com/watch?v=qemWRToNYJY

"Nevermind, I'll find someone like you.

I wish nothing but the best, for you too.

Don't forget me, I beg, I remember you said:

Sometimes it lasts in love but sometimes it hurts instead

Sometimes it lasts in love but sometimes it hurts instead, yeah."

Song: Someone Like You by Adele

Model: Zachary Zufreur

Photography by Zachary Zufreur

An impressive new work for this well known wall in Hanbury Street - the best since The Octiphant I reckon.

About two to three years ago I lost my baby, my best friend, my two year old German shepherd Dakota to cancer. I was so heartbroken that I thought that I would never get another dog until I saw this 4 year old cutie name chewy. I must say that she is smart and obedient...But she can be one stubborn little girl, and can ignore you like nobodies business..lol..love my little big girl 🐕 💕💕💕

Fairport Baptist Homes is in the background. I have volunteered there since 2013, when my mom was a residen for 3 years. After her death, I've continued to volunteer and have become close with residents and staff. This Independant/assisted living/long term care facility originated in 1904, a mission of the Baptist Church: and though unafilliated formally in the 1970's, it has remained a non-profit, caring, spiritual and reasonably priced facility. Last year it was reated #13 our of 600 in New York State for quality of care. Covid hit hard though and Fairport Baptist had no choice but to decalre bankruptcy - another non-profit home in Rochester was lending a hand and planned to purchase FBH, but they were WAY outbid by a huge "for-profit" company that operates over 100 nursing homes, mostly in Texas and Florida and has a poor reputation. I am heartbroken for the residents and staff of my beloved Fairport Baptist.