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After 2 education programs, a trash scout, and camping through 4 storms, we were very heartbroken to cancel the cleanup and festival. We would like to thank our sponsors, partners, crew, and friends from the Washington Area River Council for the hard work and support to make these large-scale events happen. We greatly appreciate all the exhibitors, musicians, and artists who stayed on-call until the very end! Additionally, we'd love to thank individuals from the City of Washington who were there to help with the cleanup, especially helping with emergency response.
Unfortunately, we can’t control the weather!
To see the full story, event results and more visit: bit.ly/wash-festival-cleanup-2022
Photo by Kristen Schulte
Absolutely heartbroken that the orange alphabet alligator is not only not whole, but matched with a wrong color.
I’m posting out of order because I’m heartbroken and sick to my stomach and
if I don’t post this now I may chicken out by the time I get caught up.
This is the only photo I took today. They cut down my bird trees this
morning, the cottonwoods by the office that I could even see from my bedroom
(giving a great double meaning to the blinds in the window), trees in which
I have photographed northern flickers, American kestrels, common ravens,
common starlings, and house finches, and that list only covers the last 5
days. Earlier visitors, most caught on film, have included downy or hairy
woodpeckers (hard to tell apart at a distance), common crows, ospreys,
red-tailed hawks, magpies, western tanagers, black-capped chickadees, and
red-winged blackbirds to name just a few. These trees were where I
photographed the peregrine falcon in September, and are the subject of the
print my neighbor’s nephew chose as a wedding gift, which was also a post—Do
you think trees dream of netting the moon?—and they feature in one of my
favorite storm pictures, Lilac Lightning, which hangs on my living room
wall. Sadly, these will dream no more.
you tore my eyes out,
now you're gonna pay
I'll stab you one time.
I'll eat your heart out so you feel my pain.
-Senses Fail
Me and Daisy are heartbroken to hear that our friends, Virgil, Latka, Little Noir and Luna are sick. Why does the world have to be so mean sometimes. =(
Please send a prayer to Virgil ;
www.flickr.com/photos/knittingskwerlgurl/4223147386/
Latka (mycha’s ham)
Little Noir ;
www.flickr.com/photos/my_hammies/4221116363/
and Luna ;
www.flickr.com/photos/my_hammies/4222714310/
*HUGS*
I was heartbroken to find that you're not allowed to climb Chitzen Itza any more, thanks to some selfish senior who got themselves killed while descending the pyramid just three years ago.
That said, I was thrilled when I found out that Cobá, the second tallest extant Mayan temple, is still fair game. Woo hoo! This is me, actually at a different structure -- the Cobá Group Pyramid, post-climb.
some bitch took my phone. its been weird not having my blackberry with me, i mean, crackberry, for the past days. it was banged up and have been dropped a zillion times but it held some precious data/photos that can't be recovered :(
tmr comes a new one...white again. the guy asked me what color i wanted and i was thinking of red...just so it seems like i have a new phone but i can't seem to get over the color white.
I lost my beautiful girl to a cruel growth in her tummy. There is not a creature on this planet who had a joy for life as much as my little girl. She was brave beyond brave, and fought it to the end. I held her stiff body for hours, trying to keep her warm even though I knew that she was gone. She was the sweetest, most loving dog that I have ever known. She truly lived up to her name, Freya, the goddess of love as she loved everyone and gave sloppy kisses to every person and dog that she met. My heart is broken, but I know that one day I will meet her again on the other side of the rainbow bridge and her sister and her will be off chasing squirrels and giving sloppy kisses to every dog there.
Rest well sweet Freya
2017-2024.
You desire to know the art of living, my friend? It is contained in one phrase: make use of suffering.
Henri-Frédéric Amiel
My girlfriend Betty is hours later still heartbroken over my loss. She had arrived just a couple days earlier from Peru and together we had come to the town of Banos, a three hour ride south of Quito. Banos is famous as a resort getaway both for its impressive setting surrounded by tall mountains on every side as well as its thermal baths.
We enjoyed the baths under a light, chilly drizzle. Although of course open to tourists most who were there were local families and their children. Set in two different large pools, the pea soup water gives off a steam faintly redolent of sulfur. We sat there for the better part of an hour rather quietly taking in the joy of kids splashing and reminiscing over the unfortunate shitty start of the trip.
You took part of my heart with you.
TOTW: Love!
Road Stock from NightFate on Deviant art.
This has nothing to do with my life right now.
I guess it's just a picture of how teenage girls view love. We get all caught up with a certain boy. We lie to ourselves, saying that it will last. We give our heart to that boy. When we break up, we are devastated, because we had convinced ourselves that this relationship would last forever. The boy who left now has a piece of our heart that we can never get back... Our package (The gift of our heart to "the one") is rumpled some more.
She died in my arms as I desperately tried to save her life. I truly hope she understood how hard I tried.
Button we brought home from the sanctuary Marc helped out at, at the same time as Purdy about 4 months ago. We were hoping they would both be company for Sparkles after we lost Poppy ,Sparkles' sister to paralysis. We were heartbroken and thought these two needy girls Button & Purdy could live out their days with us. Buttons story is this.. The sanctuary had had her for a week before we got her, Terry had rescued her from a flat where the old lady she lived with, suffered from dementia & forgot to feed her & another cat. Unfortunately the other cat was dead when Terry rescued Button. She was a bag of bones & could not be vaccinated as she was so underweight. Long story short, we fostered here back to health, she is a beautiful affectionate girl, but as she put on more weight & got stronger, started attacking Sparkles & Purdy almost relentlessly. Sparkles was staring to develop behaviour problems, the house was all doors shut and we were all in a state of unrest & stress. Sparkles would not come down from upstairs, Purdy wouldn't move from the mat by the back door, as she could see when the ambush was coming etc. This was not play fighting. So we had to , after much heartrending , and much liasing with our lovely rehoming/lost cat officer Rosie, give her over to be rehomed by Raystede, a wonderful sanctuary in Sussex.
www.raystede.org/how-to-help/rehome-a-pet/?c=cat#sa
We were hearbroken & felt we'd failed, but that is ego. We weren't right for Button. She needs a home where she is the only cat, after the trauma she suffered (she had a peculiar way of drinking water, I guess as it was on very short supply) no kids or dogs, and plenty of attention, food & cuddles. We, while we had had got her vaccinated, wormed & chipped, and gave her all the love we could. believe me we tried EVERYTHING to make it a harmonious household, But it wasn't happening. To watch my Sparkles develop into a nervous wreck was not fun. Now , a few weeks later, Sparkles is more back to her old self, & Purdy is more relaxed & spreads out more. They give each other a wide berth but that's fine. We can only look upon the Button episode as our first foster case. But I don't know how anyone does it full time, like Smoggieskittenclub, all power to them, cos we fell very much in love with Button & hope & pray she speedily finds a gorgeous home . Update, I see Button is reserved. This is good news.
Rosies Register in Eastbourne & surrounding area helps return beloved cats to their owners & rescue neglected pusscats. She's an angel...
My tears run down like razorblades
And no, I'm not the one to blame
It's you or is it me?
And all the words we never say
Come out and now we're all ashamed
And there's no sense in playing games
When you've done all you can do
But now it's over, it's over, why is it over?
We had the chance to make it
Now it's over, it's over, it can't be over
I wish that I could take it back
But it's over
I lose myself in all these fights
I lose my sense of wrong and right
I cry, I cry
It's shaking from the pain that's in my head
I just wanna crawl into my bed
And throw away the life I led
But I won't let it die, but I won't let it die
I'm falling apart, I'm falling apart
Don't say this won't last forever
You're breaking my heart, you're breaking my heart
Don't tell me that we will never be together
We could be, over and over
We could be, forever
It's not over, it's not over, it's never over
Unless you let it take you
It's not over, it's not over, it's not over
Unless you let it break you
It's not over
-Secondhand Serenade, “Its Not Over”
___________
this is what happens when you take a picture in the dark and your finger is over the flash. i was crying in this picture. and the story fits closely with the song.
Heartbroken: Senior Airman Chelsea LaFever says goodbye to MWD Daysi, who had to be euthanized at Joint Base San Antonio-Lackland in Texas due to an aggressive form of cancer Emotional-moment-military-unit-farewell-devoted-K-9-dog-cancer. www.americancoldnosepatriots.org
I was browsing one of my favorite sights today, and found this quote. Just what I needed...motivation to do what I originally planned, and NOT give up because of a set back!
I'm staying on my fight for it grind.
After 2 education programs, a trash scout, and camping through 4 storms, we were very heartbroken to cancel the cleanup and festival. We would like to thank our sponsors, partners, crew, and friends from the Washington Area River Council for the hard work and support to make these large-scale events happen. We greatly appreciate all the exhibitors, musicians, and artists who stayed on-call until the very end! Additionally, we'd love to thank individuals from the City of Washington who were there to help with the cleanup, especially helping with emergency response.
Unfortunately, we can’t control the weather!
To see the full story, event results and more visit: bit.ly/wash-festival-cleanup-2022
Photo by Alyssa Thomas
After 2 education programs, a trash scout, and camping through 4 storms, we were very heartbroken to cancel the cleanup and festival. We would like to thank our sponsors, partners, crew, and friends from the Washington Area River Council for the hard work and support to make these large-scale events happen. We greatly appreciate all the exhibitors, musicians, and artists who stayed on-call until the very end! Additionally, we'd love to thank individuals from the City of Washington who were there to help with the cleanup, especially helping with emergency response.
Unfortunately, we can’t control the weather!
To see the full story, event results and more visit: bit.ly/wash-festival-cleanup-2022
Photo by Alyssa Thomas
Heartbroken: EVERY Monday night at Studio80 on the Rembrandtplein in Amsterdam! Party: Heartbroken Venue: Studio80 Coverage by: Waking up in Amsterdam!
I missed my first day. and it was day 300. I'm totally heartbroken about it, that i went this long and then, oops! I was just so tired from my first week back at work and friday was crazy hectic getting home, doctors appointments, and blah blah blah. So i tried to figure out what I'd do, leave the 300 spot blank in my 365, which was the leader, or just move everything a day out and have day 300 on what should have been day 301.
I decided for the second. I want to have 365 photos when I finish this- and damn it i'm going to :)
just over 2 months left... i'm ready for it to be done, but can't imagine what i'll do when its over :)
EVERY Monday night at Studio80 on the Rembrandtplein in Amsterdam!
Party: Heartbroken
Venue: Studio80
Coverage by: Waking up in Amsterdam!