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Sarah and I are very sorry to let you know that Chip has passed today, he did not suffer at all.
We told him to head towards the rainbow bridge but Chip being Chip was last seen headed for the beach instead.
We are both heartbroken and his loss will follow us always, however we have tried to give the little fella the best life we possibly could, he has been loved as much as any dog has ever been loved.
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12/20/2021
My oldest friend in the cyber universe (over 20 years) flew to the Angels today. I first knew her as MidnightAngel, oh so long ago.
She let me use her platform as my home and landing spot, and I've been standing there, idle, for hours, because I can't bring myself to leave it.
Heartbroken.
Thank you for everything you were to me. Farewell my friend. I will forever cling to the memories.
My beloved boy and best friend went to the spirit world yesterday and I am devastated. He has been with me a third of my life and I feel lost without him. We have many beautiful memories and grand adventures together but right now i cry all the time.The house is so empty without him. This is an earlier image of him in the woods. Kakashi loved being outside exploring the woods. We went for walks nearly everyday. He lived to be an amazing 20 years old and 4 months but I am heartbroken at his passing.
I will be taking some time off from Flickr.
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Looking NE as the Yellowhead Highway leads to Jasper Alberta.
I'm heartbroken about the devastation that has hit this favorite destination. Reports that 1/3 of the town on mostly this near end are gone. Everyone had to evacuate. Fortunately they all got out safely.
The fire still lingers, with more damage in the park lands nearby.
May they get it under control soon.
I honeymooned here plus had many other great stays and photo hunts here over many years. Can't comprehend that much of it is gone. A generational loss.
Hope the wildlife moved away safely as well. Lots of game here.
Another view in comments.
I will share more shots of this special park, one of the very finest on the continent during the next couple days.
Thoughts, prayers and best wishes for Jasper and it's citizens.
It seems as if I am not allowed to use John Groban's song, so please go Youtube and listen to him singing "To Where You Are" Thank you.
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I was going to upload this last week but felt my reasons for doing so could be wrong. This week I wish I had uploaded it because the memories stirred are still relevant imho.
This is a factory a five minute walk from my present home and was a five minute walk from where I lived as a child too.
In 1966 the year I became 15 years old my dad died aged 49 years at home of bowel cancer August bank holiday weekend on the Saturday. I had left school the previous day on the Friday with no qualifications because it was simply a secondary modern school for girls. I started work at this factory the Tuesday following Bank Holiday Monday and the Friday after I had left school.
I was allowed a day off work for my dad’s funeral the following Thursday though.
I started a 40 hour shift and was paid £4 10 shillings and my mam had the £4 and I the ten shillings and had buy all my own clothes by saving up for them. About 2-3 weeks at most at this factory the manager of my floor came to reach over to show me how to hold the shirt I was putting in labels correctly. He had the nerve to reach inside my clothing and fondle my breast. I told him to f*ck off and keep his dirty hands to himself.
I got sacked on the spot.
No worries in those days and I was employed at another factory involving a short bus ride the following week….we weren’t so
‘ precious’ back then and made of pretty stern stuff possibly.
I still remember my wonderful dad who had taken me to see my cousin Barry who had a dark room and dad promised to buy me an SLR camera like Barry’s…I hope he knows I got a camera in my early twenties and although didn’t do well with film I did love and still do my hobby of photography. I adored my dad and he me - and only I was allowed to administer the poor pain killers he could get from the chemist till my mums heart broken plea to our Gp made him break confidentiality and came to help my dad out of the world within a fortnight ( he was no Harold Shipman) and was heartbroken himself at having turned down my mams pleas for him to come earlier to see my dad who was suffering untold agony and just taking over the counter stuff from Boots the chemist. He was terrified of hospitals and scared he had cancer.
Every August Bank Holiday I remember it all but he would have been so proud I made it even this far…..this is a tribute to my dad
Charles Oliver Ralph Crane….the best dad in the world !
One of my favourite places to be in Brighton is on the beach under the pier. A couple of months ago I was standing there, camera in hand, and couldn't figure out at first what was 'wrong'. Then I suddenly realised that all of the rope and net, which washes in on the tide and wraps itself around the supports under the pier, had disappeared along with the barnacles. I was heartbroken to see everything looking so sterile. I needn't have worried. How quickly it all comes back! I guess it has to be cleared from time to time, but I was very happy to recognise the view that I love again. :))
“The Legend of Barnafossar” tells of two young brothers who lived on a farm near the Hvítá River in Iceland. One winter’s day, while their parents were away at church, the boys tried to cross a natural stone arch over the roaring falls. They slipped and were swept away by the river’s icy currents. Heartbroken, their mother had the arch destroyed so no one would suffer the same fate. The name ‘Barnafossar’ means ‘Children’s Falls,’ forever preserving the memory of the tragedy.”
I had to make the incredibly hard decision to let our Darla go today. She was such a good girl, never caused any problems, and loved me, her "daddy' and of course, her beloved Pokey, oh so very much. We are so blessed that she chose all of us 15 years ago, and she gave us so much joy over the much too short time that she was with us. But no beloved dog can ever live long enough, and I guess we should be happy that she was with us for as long as she was. But now, we are heartbroken, and miss our sweet girl so very very much. Forever in our hearts, Darla... aka Darla Mae, Darla Parla, Darly. We love you. Always.
I found out yesterday that this female peregrine, half of my local mated pair, was found dead earlier this month. I'm heartbroken to say goodbye to this fierce, fearless and beautiful animal. Seeing her perched on her cliff or soaring through the park always filled me with a profound awe, and I will be forever grateful for the times she allowed me into her world to photograph her.
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"Intrusive Thoughts" by Natalie Jane
I'm historically heartbroken
Drownin' in my own emotions
One minute away from breakin' down, down, down
I'm always leavin' empty-handed
No one wants a heart that's damaged
Only know a love that lets me down, down, down
A couple of years ago, when we were coming back to Twin Falls (we didn't live here then) from a day trip to the City of Rocks, we drove by these windmills right after sunset (one more spectacular than this). I wanted to stop to take a photo, but my wife was tired and we needed to pack our bags to go back to Boston next morning. I was heartbroken.
The thought of coming back to this spot at just that time of day haunted me since then. Well, come back I did! I knew I would (we were going to move to Twin Falls eventually).
New England has its charms, but living surrounded by pine trees and oaks, and with an east facing ocean shore, meant we did not get to enjoy many beautiful sunsets. Enter the wide open spaces of the American West!
BNSF 9294 leads a westbound Clay Boswell coal empty through the fields of western Minnesota near Crookston.
As good as the leader looks from the perspective of 14 years later, the second unit was what the foamers were out for. There was a chance the merger scheme'd SD60M, BNSF 9297, was going to be leading this train, but, it wasn't meant to me. Neither was me ever catching it leading... but it wasn't for lack of trying.
Dual-window SD60Ms in BN whiteface were by far my favorite unit and paint scheme to catch, so it wasn't like I was heartbroken the 9297 wasn't leading. I'll take a whiteface SD60M all day, e'rrrday...
Lord Edric the Wild once loved nothing more than drinking, feasting, hunting, drinking, and hunting more. Day after day, Long Mynd and the Forest of Clun thundered with the hoofbeats of his hunting parties, and all wild creatures knew to run from the sound of his horn.
But one day out riding in the forest, he would find something he loved more than hunting or feasting. Lady Godda, the Queen of the Faeries, sister to Morgan Le Fay and The Morrigan.
It was love at first sight - and the very day they met, he carried her back to his feast hall and proposed marriage.
Lady Godda, all-too-aware of humanity's tendency to judge and fear fairy kind, accepted him under one condition - that Edric never speak badly of her fairy roots, reproached her past or spoke ill of her sisters.
Like any man in love, Edric swore to his lady that he loved all of her and would never speak ill of her kind or her family.
It didn't last.
Though they had a beautiful son - Alned - and Godda did all she could to make Edric happy, it wasn't enough. He was a selfish and tempestuous lord, and when Godda was a few minutes late with his breakfast one morning, he broke his promise by casting the blame on her fairy family.
Faeries are known to take promises very seriously. The moment the words left her husband's mouth, Lady Godda vanished from his sight, never to be seen again.
Heartbroken and remorseful, Edric rode day and night for weeks in search of his lost lady - eventually, he rode himself, his horses and his hounds ragged, and died of a broken heart.
Now, he rides eternally with the Wild Hunt, forever searching for his lost love.
A letter to the heartbroken.
Dear reader,
I hope you aren't but if you are going through heartbreak right now keep reading. Heartbreak can come from anywhere, from death, from love, from hate, from family, from friends, anywhere and anyone. You never know it's coming until it does and you can't prevent it.
But it's okay.
You're allowed to be heartbroke, it means you're human, it means you're a good person with good intentions. Whatever you were feeling you felt it strongly and something happened that brought you crashing down. It'd be more concerning if you weren't sad. People will tell you you need to get over it, you need to cheer up, you need to not think about it, it's not worth your time. Ignore them.
If it is enough to make you upset in the first place it is enough to be an issue. You are allowed to cry, you are allowed to take time on your own, you are allowed to go through all these emotions. Because how would you be able to heal if you're still upset? What you need is a friend who won't tell you all this "You need to forget" you need a friend who will sit and let you cry, who will hold you only when you need holding and wait patiently until you are ready to heal before starting to recommend ways how.
Everyone goes about this process in their own way. It's okay, it's a good thing. If you know someone going through this don't offer to do what you would want, ask what they want. If they don't know ask if they want to feel sad for a while. Sometimes all it takes is patience, you can't expect a wilted flower to be repaired the next day.
It's the same with humans.
Thank you for reading ♥
Now go tell your friends how much they mean to you!
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Silent introduction into my mind... Deep wounds worn ..Tattered and Torn..heartbroken Weathering a storm. .Used and abused..confused.. Living in a world of empty frames . Don't worry ..Don't care at all. Hide the heart..that reveals your flaws...Post the memories that make you shine or leave it all behind. Opening up and closing down through the scars inside and out. ~S.F.~
Good morning everyone. Just a single pic of a Monarch (Danaus plexippus) nectaring on Goldenrod (Solidago) taken just yesterday. The white out of focus flowers are Heath Aster (Aster pilosus) which are just beginning to bloom.
Short story about this pic, more specifically about where it was taken. Five years ago it was my favorite place for photographing butterflies, especially in the Fall. Then grain corn prices went through the roof and whoever owns the field plowed it under and planted corn. I was heartbroken at the time. Then last year no corn was planted. Once again this year no corn and the field remained untouched, which allowed Mother Nature to do her thing.
It's right next to the reclaimed strip mine and about five acres in size. Not very big, but come late Summer - early Fall it's a garden paradise for wildflowers. Goldenrod, Heath Aster and Boneset rule (once again) with a few Field Thistles thrown in. Needless to say it attracts more than its fair share of butterflies. Presently Monarchs have been congregating in large numbers in and around the field. Scores of them...maybe hundreds. A combination of migrants and locals, which I'm sure are gathering together before heading south.
I've been to this field three times in the past week and have had a field day (no pun intended) photographing Monarchs. Putting the fun aspect of the photography aside, it was simply magical being surrounded by so many of these majestic butterflies. The few hours spent there over the three days will not be soon forgotten.
Thank you for stopping by...and I hope you have a truly great weekend.
Lacey
PS...the above pic is a combination of two photos I stitched together. And it should go without saying you'll be seeing lots of Monarch pics over the coming months from yours truly...sorry about that.
Sometimes the best laid plans or projects are taken over by set backs in life. Such was the case of my planned 365 for this year. We lost a very dear friend as the New Year started to unfold, quite suddenly, and I have found myself full of grief, and useless to his family. On this day the sun came out and it was 55 degrees as I walked the yard, looking for something to point my camera at. This hydrangea, broken from the snow and ice storm we had before Christmas will need to be cut way back in a few weeks. I snipped a broken stem and placed it in the birdbath, hoping to catch how I was feeling.
The three big bogs in Charlestown Meadows where I live were all cleaned out this spring because of invasive plants, poor drainage, etc. I was heartbroken as there was barely a blade of grass left. But it's been a few months and the grass is growing back, a few wildflowers have returned, and this afternoon I found this beauty ruling over her little kingdom.
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Sif is traditionally depicted with long, golden hair which some scholars claim symbolizes wheat.
She is part of a divine fertility couple as Sif represents the soil of the earth and the golden bounty of the fields.
Thor, the thunder god, represents the rain that fertilizes that soil to produce crops.
As a jest, Loki the Trickster, cut Sif's golden hair, leaving her bald and heartbroken. This may represent the harvesting of the crops and the stubble left in the fields.
Thor forced Loki to replace the cut hair with golden locks.
In my picture the replacement is a crown formed of wheat heads and swirling flag leaves, which Sif wears over her regrown hair, which is once again almost ready to harvest.
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Today we had to say goodbye to Chia. I am heartbroken. We were lucky enough to have 15.5 years together. Love you forever, Chi.
ME: (looking through a tube to see better)
Benny....what are you holding in your paws?
BENNY:
Huh....Mummy Marian?
...Thanks for being here. I don't feel comfortable.
I....well...um...I'm heartbroken
ME:
Of chocolate...and half-eaten
BENNY:
Eh....yes ....that's true. I saw that the chocolate is expired and it's a waste to throw it away. Best before 1 March 2023 it said on the packaging.
ME:
No Benny..you accidentally misread that on purpose.
It says: Best before 1 March 2024!
BENNY:
May I see?
Hmm...yes...misread...can happen.
Sorry Mummy! (gives other half chocolate heart back to Mummy Marian)
ODC: Through a tube
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Megan leg got worst so we had an emergency x-ray done, the news was devastating, she had a tumour in the Elbow joint, due to her age and breed an operation was not an option.
Due to restrictions because of the virus I was the only one allowed with her.
I am heartbroken, 10 happy years, but it feels like just a moment in time, She now runs free with Poppy with Rainbow Bridge. a friend said to me I will be mobbed when I get there. how true......
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Deep Blue Sea · by the Dead Horses
- DEEP BLUE SEA -
If you find yourself weary
If you find yourself broken down
Brother, you're not alone
If you find yourself heartbroken
Sinner in a sacred place
Sister, you are safe
If you find yourself feeling lost
I know the road can feel so long
Mother, you're not alone
If you find yourself a falling leaf
Maybe you'll drift right next to me
Cause we all swim in the same deep blue sea
Our wonderful little Chloe passed away tonight. She had diabetes, was blind, and selectively deaf. She has been our companion through some really hard times in our lives. Our hearts are broken and we will miss her forever.
I took this back in July of this year (2019)- you can see she may have been a little spoiled. She was a great traveler, too, and enjoyed many times on the way and at our other home in New Orleans.
Chloe- May 21, 2006 – Sept. 16, 2019
Torn
I tore the web
of a black and yellow spider
in the brash of weeds
and down she came
on her surplus of legs
each of which
touched me and really
the touch wasn't much
but then the way
if a spider can
she looked at me
clearly somewhere between
outraged and heartbroken
made me say "I'm sorry
to have wrecked your home
your nest your larder"
to which she said nothing
only for an instant
pouched on my wrist
then swung herself off
on the thinnest of strings
back into this world
This pretty, this perilous world.
Mary Oliver
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We had been planning our trip out to Glacier National Park for about a month and we finally arrived this past week. Shortly after arriving, my main workhorse lens that I have used for a majority of the pictures I post completely died. My immediate reaction was devastation as I did not have another lens that would work for the majority of the trip. The Lord reminded my heart that I needed to trust and be thankful in all circumstances, even one as hard as this one. It was both one of the sweetest evenings of my life and hardest all at the same time. Once we arrived back at our Airbnb for the evening, we tried everything we could to fix it, contacted every camera store in the area, and looked at every used lens on the market within driving distance, and nothing worked. I was feeling heartbroken at this point. The only option we had left was to make a 7 hour roundtrip down to Bozeman to either rent a lens or buy one which was way out of budget. At this point, all we could rely on and truly the only thing that we should ever rely on was the grace of God! The Lord truly was so gracious as He generously provided the finances through both of our families for a brand new lens which is what I used for the image above. What seemingly was a tragedy for a photographer, the Lord fully redeemed! Both of us repeatedly reminded each other of His grace and provision! Our hearts have been overwhelmed by His presence, kindness and generosity on this trip. Our God is SO GOOD!
For Flickr Friday... Mythology
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, noticed this behaviour after learning the story and decided to punish Narcissus.
Once, during the summer, he was getting thirsty after hunting, and the goddess lured him to a pool where he leaned upon the water and saw himself in the bloom of youth.
Narcissus did not realise it was merely his own reflection and fell deeply in love with it, as if it was somebody else.
Unable to leave the allure of his image, he eventually realised that his love could not be reciprocated and he melted away from the fire of passion burning inside him, eventually turning into a gold and white flower.
Thank you, M, (*_*)
5 years later, I'm still as heartbroken...still can't believe she's not here with us. Being at this place that she loved and where she now rests and sharing a glass of wine which she also equally loved always brings me closer to her and brings me some peace.
There is an interesting Hawaiian legend tied to the Ohia tree and its flower, the Lehua blossom. The legend is tied to the volcano goddess, Pele. This story explains that if you pluck this flower, it will rain on the same day (for a tragic reason).
The legend says that one day Pele met a handsome warrior named Ohia and she asked him to marry her. Ohia, however, 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, of course. The gods took pity on Lehua and decided it was an injustice to have Ohia and Lehua separated. They thus turned Lehua into a flower on the Ohia tree so that the two lovers would be forever joined together.
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I am utterly devastated to have to share the news of my beautiful, most photographed boy's passing after an illness.
Azizi came into my life weighing just 49g and I threw myself into helping him gain weight as he wasnt eating and was full of mites. He was just a tiny bundle of quills but oh, SO friendly and so curious about everything. He was no trouble with his exotic vet. He took everything in his stride (which was just as well as he was hand fed for about 6 months). He was clearly a fighter. With a lot of love and care, he gained weight and as soon as I picked the little boy up, he would start to dribble in anticipation of being fed. He loved to be hand fed. Even in the last few years when I didnt have to do it, he would still come out of his hide to greet me and be hand fed a morio worm.
and how photogenic he was! He was without a doubt my most photographed tenrec and he loved to toddle up to my lens.
I am heartbroken. I found him last weekend with his mouth bleeding and the vets quickly found out he hadnt been bitten by Boo but he had broken both his front teeth. We werent able to stop the bleeding and whilst he was put back on hand feeds with a tiny syringe, he started to shut down and he passed away on friday. I keep thinking about what I could have done better to save him. It's horrendous.
Goodnight my tiny warrior. I'm so so sorry I couldnt save you this time. I'm going through hell working out what I could do to hold you in my hands once more. A tiny Tenrec that was so so loved. Rest in peace xxxxx
"I am a dreamer and when I wake
You can't break my spirit, it's my dreams you take
And as you move on, remember me
Remember us and all we used to be" (James Blunt)
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The Mermaid is a sculpture by Icelandic artist Nína Sæmundsson (1892-1965). It was first placed in Tjörnin, the lake in downtown Reykjavík, in 1959, but it received harsh criticism in the press and a few months later, on New Year's Eve, it was blown up by explosives. Nína was reportedly heartbroken by this unprecedented act of vandalism, despite having had a long successful carreer. Nína was the first Icelandic woman to make sculpting a full-time carreer, while she was also a painter. She studied in Copenhagen and Rome, but most of her productive years she lived and worked in the United States, including in Hollywood, where she was hired to make busts and portraits of celebrities. The bombing of the Mermaid is a crime that was never solved, but much later a another copy of the statue was found in the US and was put in the same place as its ill-fated sister in 2014, more than half a century later; a fitting memorial to a pioneering artist.