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First time editing eyebrows! wooot woot I did good :) I hope this photo shows enough emotion :)
-Song used for title: Never Be The Same by Red-
So I've been wanting to take a picture of a stripper/hooker/exotic dancer crying for the past week but after giving up on getting the courage to walk up to one and say "Hey, clearly you're upset but uh, can I get up in your face with my camera lens and take a picture.. here, turn your head like this!".. I figured I'd just give a go of it myself. Tears are real. Same ones I use on Billy all the time (to get my way). But actually I had a reason to cry yesterday... I shut the car door on my pointer finger.
Unfortunately something different to my planned upload tonight. Heartbroken to hear of the sudden passing of my mums dog Jodie the Boxer today, she would have soon been 10 :'(
We had her from a pup way back when I lived at home and even as a stroppy teenager I considered her boy/mans best friend!
Fast forward 10 years and every time I visited my mum, we were always excited to greet each other! I feel so sorry for my mum, Jodie was her world!
Sleep Peacefully Jode, have a fun trail across Rainbow Bridge, wherever it may be! <3
This is a photo I took around 9 years ago on the little Samsung compact I had at the time, it's SOTC with no editing at all.
We have been heartbroken since Cheyenne's passing, and after much deliberation, decided the Holidays would just be too sad and empty without a "fur-child."
So I would like you to meet Mary-Oliver. Yep, she's named after our favorite poet and fellow dog-lover.
Mary-Oliver is an English Shepherd, and she's nine weeks old today.
We have only been together for four hours but she's liking the camera already. :~)
Happy weekend, Friends!
Interestingness - Top 500 (June 11, 2006 #450)
This is one of the last pictures I took of our 15-year-old cat Tugger, a few minutes before we took him to the vet on Friday to have him put to sleep. I don't think I really understood grief before now. Both my husband and I are heartbroken, although we know he had a great life and was with us for so long. He got sick last week (kidney failure) and went from a spunky cat to a frail kitten at the end. We will miss him tremendously. We love you Tugger.
Pencil / Watercolour
I made this one when my cat died, I was heartbroken and focusing on respecting his facial features was a way to ease my pain.
I can't think of anything to take for today's We're Here group challenge as members join the The Flickr Broken Hearts Group which is a shame really as it will be the first day so far this year that I've been stumped.
@S_SiscaJKT48 : RT @KrisJenner: Heartbroken. My thoughts and prayers are with the families of the victims #PrayforOrlando 💔 t.co/RbZtG7SLM4 (via Twitter twitter.com/S_SiscaJKT48/status/742023285001457664)
This view will soon be impossible, as the mayor of Almaty has announced that development will soon begin on a ski resort right in the middle of Kok Zhailau ("Green Pasture" in Kazakh), an ecologically important alpine meadow used as seasonal grazing land by nomadic herdsmen for centuries. I am heartbroken.
The last straw was finally dropped tonight... We had to give up Emma because she attacked Lucy through the fence. I'm a little heartbroken, but she will get a new home because she is a sweet girl.
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Black and White: www.flickr.com/photos/technicolorrain/2973725108/
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I met 10-year-old Lulu today at the Mayhew Animal Home in London. She's stunning and incredibly affectionate. I was heartbroken to read that she was brought in because her owners wanted her put to sleep. I wish I could have taken her home. It's hard to understand how she ended up in a shelter because she's so obviously been loved. I haven't been able to get her out of my mind...
(P.S. If you've seen any of my later photos of Lulu you'll know that I adopted her myself! She's settling in well with my other two cats.)
detail of basic drawing final: Me with a broken heart...sad
I suppose I should have put this up earlier about my little detail here- This little bit here is a part of this larger drawing: flickr.com/photos/cubesbyamanda/458377589/in/set-72157600...
Now I'm all for freedom of interpretation and all and I'm glad people are finding it interesting and are able to find a connection with it. I truly take that as a compliment being an artist that I can affect someone like that. Having said that, if you look at the original piece you'll see that it was about the loss of my dad, and my heartbreak was one of grieving and emptiness and confusion- not of something brought about by anything "romantic".
I guess I probably should have named it something else, because this wasn't really a "heart break" as much as it was more like having my heart completely ripped from my chest while watching my world explode into oblivion. So this was catharsis.
Ok, enough of the dramatic stuff, I'm really a pretty happy person despite all that.
Thanks again for all the views/comments/favorites- I really appreciate it, I just wanted to tell you what the drawing means to ME and it's original purpose, but please feel free to keep interpreting it any way you can.
charcoal and colored chalk pastels on darwing paper
I was a bit miffed (actually heartbroken - Mlle Jolie I need you in my life!) about not being able to get any of the Boudoir dolls... so I decided to style my own dolls in my very own Boudoir Collection! First up - Veronique! I hope you enjoy!
Last night we made the heartbreaking decision to say goodbye to Missy.
My best friend for nearly 17 years, it doesn't feel real. I feel utterly heartbroken and devastated.
Be free Missy, what a wonderful life you've lived.
If you've yet to encounter a sight, like the one depicted above, then you, my friend, have yet to live. ;)
Ha. It was a glorious moment, indeed.
I had went to a (different) Walmart on the actual October 10th, and was heartbroken when I couldn't find a single Bratz.
-- And that Walmart (the big city one) still doesn't have 'em! Not even the Party dolls!
Was so excited...
Based on the promo shots, and photos by my fellow flickr members, I couldn't WAIT to see my favorites: Adri, Shira, Liliana, and Joelle.
Well, they didn't have Joelle and Liliana. They did have a couple of Shiras, but their clothes looked frayed? Cheap?? I'm not sure. Just something didn't look right. And the several Adri dolls were down right awful!!
One Adri had a messed-up nose. One, a messed-up lip. One had crooked eyes. One had horrible hair (they all had pretty rough-looking hair, but this one honestly looked like it was MISSING some hair!).
Ashby really took me by surprise. In the promos, I thought she was one of the worst, but in real life, she's actually quite cute.
And Tyla...wondeful Tyla! Who I hadn't given two thoughts about, was probably my favorite!
-- They didn't have Shadi, who I was also looking forward to seeing.
And I was shocked at how much I liked Basic Cloe. Really: Basic Cloe, Tyla, and Party Yasmin were the only three that tempted me.
Alas, I walked away without any of 'em. Bought some little Barbie mermaids, instead. :)
PLEASE SEE BELOW FOR MY COMMENT! My lovely dog is terminally ill- see below, and I'm feeling heartbroken.
When I was young, I took a chance on life,
When i was young, I stayed up most nights
Nobody knows, and nobody cares
You took my heart, you took my heart
Moving down the empty cobbled stairway
Looking out for a friendly face to see me
Nobody knows
And nobody cares
You took my heart
You took my heart
Video from "Must be the Music" a British TV show that aired last year. Loved this song.
I went home this weekend to see my newborn baby niece (pictures to come soon – don’t you worry) and I dragged my little sister out of bed and made her try out a new idea I’d been having for a while now. I’ve tried to take this picture THREE TIMES and each one just hasn’t come out the way I wanted. So I put Harriette in a freezing cold stream and made her stand there until she was almost late for work… But it worked. And now I’m happy. Thanks Higgle.
P.S – Press L to make it bigger….
P.P.S - Inspired by THIS.
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Black and White: www.flickr.com/photos/technicolorrain/2973725108/
Inspired by: www.flickr.com/photos/herlifeinpictures/2372609523/
Love - heartbroken, she's in love with another!
Happy May Day all...just posting for fun :)))) Saw these fun giraffes at Paignton Zoo, South Devon.
Today was a sad day. First I heard that Farrah Fawcett died. Then I went down to the lagoon and with the photographer in the blurry photo, I came across the baby dead on the rocks. The parents were right there grieving and it was awful to witness their pain.
We stopped a parks board worker in a truck and kept the parents at bay while he removed it.
Then to my chagrin I found out that the first of the three had died at the vets.
Then I came home and heard about Michael Jackson and that was a tragedy even with the guys weird history. He was a genius performer.
So all in all the days events were unexpected.
WHILE these sad events were taking place I was in Jerusalem, sometimes in one locality and sometimes in another; I was quite overcome, my sufferings were intense, and I felt as if about to expire. During the time of the scourging of my adorable Spouse, I sat in the vicinity, in a part which no Jew dared approach, for fear of defiling himself; but I did not fear defilement, I was only anxious for a drop of our Lord’s blood to fall upon me, to purify me. I felt so completely heartbroken that I thought I must die as I could not relieve Jesus, and each blow which he received drew from me such sobs and moans that I felt quite astonished at not being driven away. When the executioners took Jesus into the guardhouse, to crown him with thorns, I longed to follow that I might again contemplate him in his sufferings. Then it was that the Mother of Jesus, accompanied by the holy women, approached the pillar and wiped up the blood with which it and the ground around were saturated. The door of the guard-house was open, and I heard the brutal laughter of the heartless men who were busily employed in finishing off the crown of thorns which they had prepared for our Lord. I was too much affected to weep, but I endeavoured to drag myself near to the place where our Lord was to be crowned with thorns.
I once more saw the Blessed Virgin; her countenance was wan and pale, her eyes red with weeping, but the simple dignity of her demeanour cannot be described. Notwithstanding her grief and anguish, notwithstanding the fatigue which she had endured (for she had been wandering ever since the previous evening through the streets of Jerusalem, and across the Valley of Josaphat), her appearance was placid and modest, and not a fold of her dress out of place. She looked majestically around, and her veil fell gracefully over her shoulders. She moved quietly, and although her heart was a prey to the most bitter grief, her countenance was calm and resigned. Her dress was moistened by the dew which had fallen upon it during the night, and by the tears which she had shed in such abundance; otherwise it was totally unsoiled. Her beauty was great, but indescribable, for it was superhuman—a mixture of majesty, sanctity, simplicity, and purity.
The appearance of Mary Magdalen was totally different; she was taller and more robust, the expression of her countenance showed greater determination, but its beauty was almost destroyed by the strong passions which she had so long indulged, and by the violent repentance and grief she had since felt. It was painful to look upon her; she was the very picture of despair, her long dishevelled hair was partly covered by her torn and wet veil, and her appearance was that of one completely absorbed by woe, and almost beside herself from sorrow. Many of the inhabitants of Magdalum were standing near, gazing at her with surprise and curiosity, for they had known her in former days, first in prosperity and afterwards in degradation and consequent misery. They pointed, they even cast mud upon her, but she saw nothing, knew nothing, and felt nothing, save her agonising grief.
Press release:
POLAR BEAR DIES AT N.C. ZOO
ASHEBORO —For the second time in a week, the North Carolina Zoo has suffered the loss of an iconic animal and one of its most popular attractions. Aquila , a 21-year-old (sic 20-year old) male polar bear, was found dead in his off-exhibit holding quarters when keepers arrived for work around 7 a.m. Tuesday.
According to General Curator Ken Reininger, Aquila had shown no previous signs of illness and appeared in good condition when keepers left Monday evening. His loss comes one week after the death of the zoo’s adult male gorilla, Nkosi, to a yet-to-be identified illness. The zoo is still awaiting laboratory test results to help determine the gorilla’s cause of death.
A necropsy, or animal autopsy, conducted Tuesday afternoon on the polar bear by zoo veterinarians, revealed that the animal died from a ruptured stomach which emptied the stomach contents into the chest causing the lungs to collapse. According to Zoo Senior Veterinarian Dr. Ryan DeVoe, Aquila had suffered from a “diaphragmatic hernia.”
Part of the stomach had become entrapped in the hernia, causing the stomach to rupture, DeVoe explained.
Aquila had returned to the N.C. Zoo in April of this year after a two-year stay at the Detroit Zoo. Aquila and the zoo’s other male polar bear, Wihelm, had both been sent to other zoos in summer 2011 as the zoo began an $8.5 million renovation and expansion of its polar bear exhibit. Aquila returned when renovations to the older part of the exhibit were completed. Construction on the expansion continues and is expected to be complete in fall 2014. Meanwhile, Wilhelm remains at the Milwaukee Zoo and no decision on the timing of his return has been made.
Aquila was one of a set of triplet polar bears—two males and a female-- born at the Louisville Zoo in November 1992. The three siblings became the first bears to be exhibited in the N.C. Zoo’s polar bear exhibit when it opened as part of the zoo’s new 200-acre North America exhibit region in August 1994. Over the ensuing years both of Aquila ’s siblings passed away. Aquila also spent time back at the Louisville Zoo beginning in June 2002 and later at the Cleveland Zoo after the N.C. Zoo acquired two polar bears confiscated by the U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service from a circus in Puerto Rico . Wilhelm is one of those confiscated bears. The other, Masha, also passed away in 2009, prompting Aquila’s first return to Asheboro .