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NARCISSUS...
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, (*_*)
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Spain, Andalusia, Ronda
Ronda is a municipality of Spain belonging to the province of Málaga, within the autonomous community of Andalusia. It is a mountaintop city that’s set dramatically above a deep gorge. The Plaza de Toros de Ronda is a bullring with a diameter of 66 metres, surrounded by a passage formed by two rings of stone. Its construction started in 1779 and finished in 1785. In 1994, US singer Madonna shot her music video for "Take A Bow" in the bullfight arena. Madonna's co-star in the video was Spanish bullfighter Emilio Muñoz, who played her Latin lover who leaves her after spending a passionate night with the heartbroken blonde.
A reflection on these Sacred Scriptures:
Isaiah 50:4-9a
Psalm 69:8-10, 21-22, 31 and 33-34
Matthew 26:14-25
One of you will betray me. (Matthew 26:21)
Approaching Holy Week, I found myself thinking about the eternal fate of Judas after he had betrayed Jesus, and why his end might be different from Peter's, who denied Jesus three times. Both betrayed, but only Peter appeared to be saved. Judas lost faith and out of misery, hung himself. What happened to Judas, I wondered? I wanted to believe God's forgiveness covered his sin.
I began to look at the Judas side of myself, losing heart at times, reluctant to trust in God's mercy. "Dear Jesus," I prayed, "I don't want to be a ‘Judas,’ especially at the end of my life. Let me be like Peter and choose love—let me choose You." With that, I decided to visit Jesus across town in the adoration chapel, and found Him waiting in the gold monstrance. "Jesus, I prayed, please speak to my heart about Judas."
I picked up my missal to read ahead to what I'd be writing about for today's meditation, and immediately Jesus' words became visible through the Gospel of Matthew—it was about Peter and Judas! I began to read, "Woe to that man by whom the Son of Man is betrayed. It would be better for that man if he had never been born." (Matthew 26:24) I couldn't believe my eyes!
I opened my Catechism to find out more and read, "By despair, man ceases to hope for his personal salvation from God, for help in attaining it or for the forgiveness of his sins. Despair is contrary to God's goodness, to His justice—for the Lord is faithful to His promises—and to his mercy." (Catechism, Paragraph 2091) I now understood that Jesus would have given both Peter and Judas His forgiveness and love, but Judas couldn't even imagine the possibility. I was overjoyed the Holy Spirit had answered my question directly and I left the chapel satisfied, promising I'd embrace His mercy.
Driving home, I noticed a car on the side of the road with its trunk open and flashers on. A young woman was reaching into her trunk, I assumed for tools to change a flat tire. I turned my car around to see if she needed help.
As I approached, I could see she was petite and impeccably dressed; not a hair was out of place in her perfect ponytail. Not the type who could change a tire, I thought! I got out of my car and as I came closer, realized her tire wasn't flat after all. Her trunk was empty except for a pair of clean work gloves.
She put them on, and not at all put out, bent down in an effort to drag a huge, beautiful Canadian Goose [see notes below] out of the line of traffic. It was dead. With poise, she pulled the heavy bird by its feet and began dragging it to the side of the road. Given her size and the dead weight of the bird, I thought it strange she wasn't struggling.
I spoke first, "I thought you were having car trouble." Unruffled by the incident, she looked up at me and smiled, not surprised that I was there. She answered, "I was going too fast and with traffic heavy behind me, I couldn't slow down in time and hit him." I looked down at the dead bird, heartbroken.
As if to read my thoughts, she continued, "It's okay," she said with a cheery smile, "There's nothing more I can do now. I'll just drag him over here out of the way . . . and move on." She had the disposition of an angel. It occurred to me that the event, unfortunate as it was, had not caused her to despair . . . like Peter! Each had acknowledged their fault and had accepted God's forgiving grace.
My lesson continued as I imagined what I might do in this regrettable situation. Again I began to see the Judas side of me. But the Peter in her let God use her, trusting that things were perfect just the way they were. "God bless you," I said to her. "God bless us all," she responded knowingly, as she drove away smiling, conscious of the choice we all have—to forgive ourselves.
My encounter reinforced Jesus' message that whenever I'm tempted to despair, I must put on my divine work gloves, "drag my goose" to the side of the road—and move on.
- Elizabeth A. Tichvon | elizabethtichvon@comcast.net
We adopted Alfie 2 years ago today. He is the sweetest boy ❤️
Two years ago we were heartbroken after losing our beloved Max 🌈💔 but there was a little tuxedo cat waiting at #cramarcatrescue for somebody to choose him We know nothing about Alfie's history, only that somebody found him living in their garden and called the rescue to say there was a pregnant stray that needed rescuing. He came in and was discovered to be an FIV+, un-neutered boy who was estimated to be about 8 years old. He was covered in Ticks so was given the name Tick. He was very stressed when he came to the rescue but with the love and patience of the amazing carers at Cramar cat rescue he became the sweetest, cuddliest boy ❤️ We already had our protectapet enclosure in the garden so knew that our home was ideal for an FIV+ kitty, especially one with arthritis like Alfie ❤️ He came home on 4th September 2022 and it took him a few hours to feel safe but once he ventured out of his safe place, he was Alf, a sweet, purry, very cuddly, quirky, amazing little cat who we are so thankful for.
“Well, now
If little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you
Little by little
If suddenly you forget me
Do not look for me
For I shall already have forgotten you
If you think it long and mad the wind of banners that passes through my life
And you decide to leave me at the shore of the heart where I have roots
Remember
That on that day, at that hour, I shall lift my arms
And my roots will set off to seek another land”
― Pablo Neruda, Selected Poems
I am heartbroken. I have been feeding this cat a couple of years. Hilda and our daughter found him killed on the road while I was in the hospital.
I have Dr. appointments every day this week. I hope I can start commenting on your pictures soon.
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It was his time… Heartbroken… Breathless… But, I will always love him…
We are heartbroken at the passing of our dear Sprinkles this week. but we know he is at peace. He was a special boy and will never be forgotten. ❤
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1.......adobo is not my favorite food, caldereta is the winner......
2....... my best time at a 5km race is 28min @ 190lbs run fat boy run
3........ i love to cook, .............................. egg.
4......... flickr is my favorite site ( because of dj ella) hehehe
5......... not into running anymore , but im trying to make a comeback one step at a time....
6..........heartbroken= photography
7.........love the beatles
8....... i dont like mondays
9........cant leave home without cam
10..... ?
I'm losing hope
I tell you baby I'm going under
I can't help that you set my soul
On fire living under your command
Can't get enough
My heart is rippling, rolling like thunder
I can't help that I'm laying on the table
While my life is in your hands
You say that you can save me
But it's all part of your plan
But it hurts so good when you cut me open
Taken my heart and made me heartbroken
It's a ghost town here up in my chest
I'm going into cardiac arrest
(Ooh whoa oh) yeah you got me
(Ooh whoa oh) yeah you got me
(Ooh whoa oh) yeah you got me
Going into cardiac arrest
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I'm reposting this once again because I saw the weather reports from New England.
I'm reposting this because I just now saw a wonderful photostream of Boston and vicinity street photos. Such fun and so nostalgic for me... They were by fotosqrrl
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 okay for opera viewing, 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...
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IMG_2574 - Version 2
Hill Ward was a three story concrete building with two shorter wings coming off it at 22 degrees left and right. It was built in 1932 as a dormitory for the mentally ill patients at Western State Mental Hospital and was abandoned in 1965. After that it was used as a fire search and rescue building until it nearly burned to the ground. For years afterwards ghost hunters and thrill seekers would go through the fence to explore it until they finished the demolition to leave only this.
I'm late to the show, but apparently this is a very famous place around here. Darling Tonia says she'd been inside when the walls were still standing with her Pentax K1000. Took lots of pics only when she got home realized there was no film in it. We are both heartbroken over it....
Google images has some shots of this place in various states of existence. I find it fascinating. If anyone has any of this place send me a link or post it here please. :-)
I found a guy on flickr named tom carmony who has several shots just prior to demo if anyone is interested.
This is Audrey.
Audrey was my daughter's car.
Her twin brother assumed responsibility for Audrey, taking care of her, in his sister's memory.
A stalker literally targeted, and crashed into Audrey, in a parking lot. (no one was inside the car at the time.)
Police were on scene (because of threats by the stalker), at the time, and the stalker is in custody, again. (Yes, again. They were released, and only hours later, did this.)
They are saying Audrey is totaled. Her rear axel is twisted, broken. She wasn't "just a car" to my family. She cannot be "replaced."
Those who know about my daughter, know.
RIP, Audrey
2014 - 2025
The driver sees it differently, with their car becomes a part,
Take the road together, hit the road, with a single beating heart,
The turbo’s rising wail, and the exhaust’s muscled, subtle growl,
To the driver’s ear, an orchestra, there’s music in that howl.
Driving: by Graeme Cook
Photo By: Cate Infinity
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Here lies Laura Palmer, beneath the whispering pines,
A soul once shrouded in secrets, where dark meets divine.
Her smile, a mystery in the soft, dappled light,
In Twin Peaks, she danced between day and night.
A beauty wrapped in enigma, with eyes deep and wide,
A tempest of dreams and fears she could not hide.
The town's heartbroken melody, its sorrowful tune,
Now silent beneath the gaze of the crescent moon.
Rest now in the woods, where the nightingales sing,
Away from the pain and the shadows life may bring.
Though your journey was troubled, here find peace at last,
In the quiet earth, free from the storms of the past.
Laura, the girl who taught us love and ache,
Your memory lingers on, in the mirror lake.
Whisper through the trees, let your story unfold,
In Twin Peaks, your legend, forever retold.
"Before we say our final goodbye to LynchLand, we invite you to capture your favorite moments. Feel free to take photos or videos throughout the week before we officially close down the space." - Cate and Myrdin
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Isa left me tonight...it hurts...she is a wonderful girl with a good heart. She also has a golden soul. I have never known anyone like her....
She says she can't give me what I want and need...I am heartbroken...I wanted to give her my all and my everything...
I really loved her...really really loved her...
This is the second time she left...I wont chase her again. She's going to have to be Gone Babygirl Gone....
Good luck Isa with what you feel you need to do...
Know you are loved because your heart and spirit were so true and pure...
Know you are cared for because you deserve so much love...love which I know you feel you don't deserve, but you really, really do... All of it.
Know that I need time...but in time I will always have a shoulder for you....
I loved your love...I am feeling broken now that it is gone...you were good at helping me to be me.
Je t'aime mon amour...je t'aime mon belle fille...Au revoir mon amis...
I will always be your "Lady Katherine"...
xoxo
A tutti gli amici e le amiche vet che suonano la chitarra, e ogni giorno ne scopro altri,
ne voglio sempre di più
I spent an hour with you--should I want anything else?
My tripod is crap, and I now officially hate it. It can't hold up the weight of my macro lens, and it keeps tipping forward and smacking it around, and today it fell apart and then spectactularly cut my finger while I tried to put it back together. The red on my pinky is the result of my tripod struggles.
Blah.
My cat killed a bird tonight, and it left me feeling unusually heartbroken and helpless.
I'll be posting a stop motion--if I can figure them out--or the results of my print giveaway very soon! I'm excited to do the drawing. :D
Too much. This I feel is disconnected enough from my life to express but is another jolt all the same. I know I don't share much on here but I've had too much loss and sadness this week to bear. Even though I was lucky enough to see Bowie live, I feel like a part of me that has always been there as a soundtrack is missing. Like a strange reminder yet again how hard it is to let things that give me so much joy go. And how I need to cherish what I do have while it's still here and not take for granted. I suppose I still have his music to help me drift away when whatever the cosmos continues to throw at me becomes too much. But hard all the same.
Someone just told me a great quote that sums up how I feel at this venture. It's like something elemental was lost or an entire color is missing. Thank you all for being kind to me and letting me add some color into your days, as you do mine. Right now I'm black.
xo
Some stories don't have happy endings...Someday you're gonna be all alone, so you need to figure out how to take care of yourself.
حکیم ابوالقاسم حسن بن علی طوسی معروف به فردوسی (حدود ۳۱۹ تا حدود ۳۹۷ هجری شمسی)، شاعر حماسهسرای ایرانی و گویندهٔ شاهنامهٔ فردوسی است که مشهورترین اثر حماسی فارسی است و طولانیترین منظومه به زبان فارسی تا زمان خود بودهاست. او را از بزرگترین شاعران فارسیگو دانستهاند.
بنا به نظر پژوهشگران امروزی، فردوسی در حدود سال ۳۱۹ هجری شمسی در روستای باژ در نزدیکی طوس در خراسان متولد شد.
شاهنامه مهم ترین اثر فردوسی و یکی از بزرگ ترین آثار ادبیات کهن فارسی میباشد.
فردوسی برای سرودن این کتاب در حدود پانزده سال بر اساس شاهنامهٔ ابومنصوری کار کرد و آن را در سال ۳۷۲ شمسی پایان داد. فردوسی از آنجا که به قول خودش هیچ پادشاهی را سزاوار هدیه کردن کتابش ندید («ندیدم کسی کش سزاوار بود»)، مدتی آن را مخفی نگه داشت و در این مدت بخشهای دیگری نیز به مرور به شاهنامه افزود.
پس از حدود ده سال (در حدود سال ۳۸۲ هجری شمسی در سن شصت و پنج سالگی) فردوسی که فقیر شده بود و فرزندش را نیز از دست داده بود، تصمیم گرفت که کتابش را به سلطان محمود تقدیم کند از این رو تدوین جدیدی از شاهنامه را شروع کرد و اشارههایی را که به حامیان و دوستان سابقش شده بود، با وصف و مدح سلطان محمود و اطرافیانش جایگزین کرد. تدوین دوم در سال ۳۸۸ هجری شمسی پایان یافت (به حدس تقیزاده در سال ۳۸۹) که بین پنجاه هزار و شصت هزار بیت داشت. فردوسی آن را در شش یا هفت جلد برای سلطان محمود فرستاد.
به گفتهٔ خود فردوسی سلطان محمود به شاهنامه نگاه هم نکرد و پاداشی را که مورد انتظار فردوسی بود برایش نفرستاد. از این واقعه تا پایان عمر، فردوسی بخشهای دیگری نیز به شاهنامه اضافه کرد که بیشتر به اظهار ناامیدی و امید به بخشش بعضی از اطرافیان سلطان محمود از جمله «سالار شاه» اختصاص دارد. آخرین اشارهٔ فردوسی به سن خود یکی به حدود هشتاد سال است («کنون عمر نزدیک هشتاد شد/امیدم به یک باره بر باد شد») و یکی به هفتاد و شش سال («کنون سالم آمد به هفتاد و شش/غنوده همه چشم میشار فش»).
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Ferdowsi was born in the Iranian province of Razavi Khorasan, in a village near Tus, in 935. His father was a wealthy land owner. Ferdowsi was a pious Muslim. His great epic, the Shāhnāmeh ("The Epic of Kings"), to which he devoted more than 35 years, was originally composed for presentation to the Samanid princes of Khorasan, who were the chief instigators of the revival of Iranian cultural traditions after the Arab conquest of the seventh century.
When he was just 23-years old, he found a “Shāhnāmeh” written by Abu-Mansour Almoammari; it was not, however, in poetic form. It consisted of older versions ordered by Abu-Mansour ibn Abdol-razzagh. The discovery would be a fateful moment in the life of the poet. Ferdowsi started his composition of the Shahnameh in the Samanid era in 977 A.D[3]. During Ferdowsi’s lifetime the Samanid dynasty was conquered by the Ghaznavid Empire.
After 30 years of hard work, he finished the book and two or three years after that, Ferdowsi went to Ghazni, the Ghaznavid capital, to present it to the king. There are various stories in medieval texts describing the lack of interest shown by the new king, Sultan Mahmud of Ghazni, in Ferdowsi and his lifework. According to historians, Mahmud had promised Ferdowsi a dinar for every distich written in the Shahnameh (60,000 dinars), but later retracted and presented him with dirhams (20,000 dirhams), which were at that time much less valuable than dinars (every 100 dirhams worth 1 dinar). Some think it was the jealousy of other poets working at the king’s court that led to this treachery; the incident encouraged Ferdowsi's enemies in the court. Ferdowsi rejected the money and, by some accounts, he gave it to a poor man who sold wine. Wandering for a time in Sistan and Mazandaran, he eventually returned to Tus, heartbroken and enraged.
He had left behind a poem for the King, stuck to the wall of the room he had worked in for all those years. It was a long and angry poem, more like a curse, and ended with the words:
"Heaven's vengeance will not forget. Shrink tyrant from my words of fire, and tremble at a poet's ire."
Ferdowsi is said to have died around 1020 in poverty at the age of 90, embittered by royal neglect, though fully confident of his work’s ultimate success and fame (clearly seen especially in last verses of his book). One tradition claims Mahmud re-sent the amount promised to Ferdowsi’s village, but when the messengers reached his house, he had died a few hours earlier. The gift was then given to his daughter, since his son had died before his father at the age of 37. However, his daughter refused to receive the sum, thus making Ferdowsi’s Shahnameh immortal.
Later the king ordered the money be used for repairing an inn in the way from Merv to Tus, named “Robat Chaheh” so that it may remain in remembrance of the poet. This inn now lies in ruins, but still exists.
Some say that Ferdowsi's daughter inherited her father's hard earned money, and she built a new and strong bridge with a beautiful stone caravanserai nearby for travellers to rest and trade and tell stories.
Ferdowsi was buried at the yard of his own home, where his mausoleum now lies. It was not until Reza Shah Pahlavi's rule, in 1925, that a mausoleum was built for the great poet.
I was heartbroken after the season finale of lethal weapon, so i knew i had to redo my riggs.
that is all.
We are Heartbroken 💔 Goodnight Karson, our precious church cat. May 3rd, 2004 ~ December 23rd, 2020
"Remembrance, like a candle, burns brightest at Christmastime." Charles Dickens
Merry Christmas, Karson, you will always be in our heart.
Mary Grace Locker, my Mom, died December 9th. She'd been suffering from emphysema for many years. In fact, six years ago, she was given six months to live. But Mom was stubborn and modern medicine is a wondrous thing. She held on to see the birth of her 12th-and-probably-last grandchild (3rd granddaughter). Her death was sudden, earlier than expected and it's been hard on us. Dad is heartbroken. They were married nearly 52 years.
We tried to get her to write down the things she'd seen in her life, the stories she'd tell us about growing up on a farm during the Great Depression and WWII. But she preferred to tell us. And when I went back for her funeral, I found that each of us had some stories Mom had told one, but not the others. I think she did that unintentionally, but it has worked out so that we all have shared memories ... and a few that are ours alone. She had to do that with nine kids - make us feel like we were all parts of a greater whole, but unique individuals too.
So this photo is a tribute to Mom. It might not seem much. To me, though, it's about Mom's love of nature and keeping natural things around to soothe the soul (apple gourds, leaves, rocks and fossils galore), and salvaging everything whether it's a little kid's hurt feelings or a basket well past its prime. The strawflower on the old chair really makes me think of Mom - they were the first seeds she and I ever planted together. I doubt this flower is in any way related to those we planted 35 years ago other than being in the same species. But I saw it and I knew - I may not see her, but Mom is here.
When Love Came Knocking Your Door -
Valentine is next Tuesday, here’s a themed story for tonight. Is it possible to fall in love at first sight? Might be, but more often than not, it is the opposite. The feeling is gradual, unwitting and unanticipated spurt of throbbing heart at the next second. This was what happened when a moth touched down for the umpteen times on the same spot and suddenly understood. Unfortunately, her love interest never felt the same. The fully furled fiddlehead received the strange settler as a transient in September.
Moth: Out of the blue, among the staghorn, maidenhair and asparagus my eyes caught, just you. Approve or do not, to sit in silence I cannot. Would you let me hide on your underside and be my Valentine?
Fern: You knocked at the wrong door. I am waiting for a butterfly with lime wings. Your parallel stripes are not right and incompatible with my vertical lines.
Moth: In terms of color, contour and mobility we are truly in opposition, but I’m set to skew the angle at which I rest so we could see eye-to-eye. I’ll alter my position, for you I would.
Fern: Can war and peace exist in hand at the same time? Some things are not meant to be. We are mismatched as a lacy shirt contesting a leather jacket with brass spikes.
Moth: How difficult is it to accept exception instead of the norm? Why do you care so much about the insignificances? At random, rain can stay while the sun is out.
Fern: Bistre is off-balance with green and mobile is contradicting with static. We are inappropriate together and just don’t fit. I wished you luck placing your devotion elsewhere.
For a precious season, the diurnal moth came every night to prove. While the roses grew prettier and plentiful, the fern remained hard headed. Dip a Nabisco Oreo for too long in tea, the biscuit turns to mush and falls to the bottom. That’s how it was for the never tiring fighter on the inside. Three days short of the given two moths span, the moth serious about life lifted her wings for the last time to seek another bracken to belong.
Twist of fate, the fern became conscious what he let go is clearly missed. Birdwings, earwigs and lacewings came but it is just not the same; the heartbreaker gets heartbroken. His regrets over the wee huddles he wasn’t able to pass grew big. As days turn into nights, the fern waited and waited for the never returning moth. Each time the sky pours, the frogs take note how his tears air race down with the water drops on their heads. In the middle of emptiness, the fern called upon the reflection on the surface and spilled, “You’re the one”.
After two summers in grief, the frond of stubborn bricks wilted. There’s a lesson our flowerless plant left behind, triviality can rend asunder connecting lovelines. Surely love had granted his wish, without informing him when, until it’s too late.
At the end of the actual story of The Little Mermaid, the mermaid is heartbroken when her love marries another and instead of killing him she jumps from the boat takes her own life instead.
,.
I need some talking the nights I spent heartbroken;
But tonight I know,
I won't cry no more. ♥♥♥
-- Allah Yi7fa'6 ilModel :"")
Our 83 year old father said he could not live without a little guy in the house. He was heartbroken by the passing of the Pickle, and so my sister and I went on an urgent hunt for a similar dog. We found this little guy, whom our Dad decided to call "Shookie Levinson" after his friend, and the best dancer in the class of 1938 at Samuel Tilden High School in Brooklyn, NY. Go figure.
He will never be our beloved Pickle, but he will surely become our beloved Shookie Levinson.
I found this dead, slightly torn heart-shaped leaf one day. I thought it was beautiful in its own special way, it just needed a good background, so I placed it on this plant in our backyard.
I think the end result is amazing.
Today I went out for a photo shoot with my sister, Kendall. It wasn't too cold out. lol. I'll add some more from the shoot later.
I'm very excited; I've been booked to do Grad Photos and Wedding Photos in May :).
I can't wait, lol.
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[18/52] Emotional Portrait, (me)
[41/100x] My X = My 100 Favorite Places in Southern New Jersey, USA to take photos!
Location: The Laundromat in Mays Landing, New Jersey, USA. (Atlantic County)
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This was taken at the local laundromat. Thank goodness we didn't startle TOO many people.
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My cousin's home BURNT DOWN!
So 2 nights ago my cousin's home burnt down. A 3 story home, totally gone. I was on my way to work and the road was blocked off and I saw firetrucks.. I had the worst feeling in my gut. I knew that their home was viewable thru the train station - so I asked Juan to stop at the train station and let me out.
I literally stood there in total shock on the train platform looking at the home that my great grandfather built- which was my grandfathers.. I've been visiting since I was a child.. (so much as a child).. Tears were streaming down my face. My cousin and his wife.. (And I believe his brother and a child in another unit) were living there for some time. Evidentially they were able to get the families out, but my cousin's brother (I think) - is now in a burn trauma center with severe burns, but all of the humans survived.
I believe they were able to get one dog out..
But one dog died.. and 5 cats. .😥They were trapped inside this home that was totally engulfed in flames...
This whole situation breaks my heart.
I spoke to my cousin yesterday. I know he & his wife are staying with their daughter. I am so heartbroken for them. I don't even know what to say about it.. Except it's really unexpected.. they literally LOST EVERYTHING.. and my heart breaks for them.
I will keep you guys updated if anything comes up.. (A gofundme) or something. I know a lot of my customers at my job were asking about a gofundme, etc. They do want to help, I think the whole town does.. It's devastating. I just don't know what to say.. except that they definitely need your thoughts/prayers right now.. if you could.
I appreciate it.
I really don't know what else to say...
Hope you all are doing well...
>>Oh and the heater guy is finally coming to fix check our heater, tomorrow. It's about time.. we only froze all winter. Now it's spring, we don't use the heater.. and he's going to come and TRY TO fix it. I really don't know HOW I'm going to "check the heater" and see if it's definitely working (it used to shut off for up to a day at a time after running a few hours). Because I'm NOT turning on my heater when it's warm outside. Nope. So I guess we'll find out next winter? Hmm.. We'll see.
I will do my best to return your comments as soon as I can.. Possibly today and tomorrow!
A unique memorial to their only son. Lt. Robert Austin gave all for his country in 1943.
His heartbroken parents wanted him remembered. This is my small way of helping them in that vision.
With a very heavy heart and many tears I had to say goodbye to my Harvey yesterday. Thank you for all the great memories 💔
INNOCENT VICTIMS
What turns men into killing machines,
That blow apart lives and destroy innocent dreams?
Look into the eyes of a child and may the pain that you see,
Haunt you as much as it haunts me.
Innocent lives destroyed by the things that they saw,
In yet another pointless and brutal war.
Look at the tear stained face of a child whose home has been blown apart,
In a war he doesn't understand and he certainly didn't start.
Feel the pain of the child who has lost a limb,
Can you explain the reasons for this war to him?
Or the little girl weeping beside her dead mother,
While the ambulance crew try to save her brother.
Look at the orphans that this war did create,
And you'll see another generation who will learn how to hate.
For as a heartbroken child cries in the still of the night,
He dreams of the day when for revenge he will fight.
— Sandra Botha
A little boy had been trying for many days to capture one of the little birds that snacked in the family fields. He had tried over and over again to hide in the bushes and surprise one of those birds enough to get his hands on it. Finally, after many failed attempts, he captured his prize. And he couldn't wait to show his mommy. He wrapped his hands around that little bird and he ran all the way to his house. As soon as the little guy saw his mother, he proudly extended his cupped hands and said, "Mommy, I got a bird! He's really cute!" But his joy didn't last long. As he slowly opened his hands for his mother to see, he noticed the bird wasn't moving - or breathing. It was one heartbroken boy who cried, "Mommy, I was afraid I'd lose him. But I held him so tight, I crushed him."
you can avoid that unhealthy kind of love that crushes a child and often loses a child. A controlling parent, a manipulating parent, a guilt-tripping parent, a shaming parent, a dominating parent - those are parents who will ultimately produce the very results they fear by holding too tight. You may get some immediate compliance, but you're either going to cripple or drive away that child. Nagging and criticizing and pressuring only end up pushing them away from the very choices you so desperately were trying to get them to make.
You just keep sowing good seed in their life, knowing you don't reap the day after you sow. You keep offering them the safety of your unconditional love. You keep showing them how to make good decisions; not making all the decisions for them. You keep reminding them of the awesome person God made when He made them. You keep setting reasonable boundaries with reasonable penalties, and you be consistent with them. You keep listening to their heart. And you keep giving them back to God, and stop trying to be "God" in their life. Only He can be that.
Love them deeply - hold them loosely so they can learn to fly as God made them to.
-gospel.com
Praying for Minneapolis, Chicago, and their people tonight. Two towns where I have spent the vast majority of my life and love. So much senseless tragedy - just heartbreaking.
allusion to:
"eternal sunshine of the spotless mind"
wonderful weirdo movie
After a fight, Joel Barish discovers that his girlfriend Clementine Kruczynski has had her memories of him erased by the New York City firm Lacuna. Heartbroken, he decides to undergo the same procedure. In preparation, he records a tape for Lacuna, recounting his memories of their volatile relationship.
Joel re-experiences his memories of Clementine as they are erased, starting with their last fight. As he reaches earlier, happier memories, he realizes that he does not want to forget her. His mental projection of Clementine suggests that Joel hide her in memories that do not involve her.
She’s is such a sweet and beautiful creature who’s over 20 years old now. Sadly they don’t last forever. Within the next few days her journey comes to an end. We’re heartbroken.
After six months of waiting, today I received my trade set back from Cecile along with a lovely care package and the items she was able to complete for the trade. Despite everything I went through I'm guilted over receiving such lovely things from her for nothing. I'll make a post soon of what she sent and said in a moment... Also I'll add this set to my shop shorty. They returned in perfect condition which is a huge relief.
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Everyone knows I love trades. If find out a customer makes something I will often suggest a trade because I want to support my fellow craftsmen and artists. I going to finish all the trades I have going currently but I don't think I'll be taking any more. This is the second time I've been burned and with a trade there is not much I can do to get back my work or the value. I'm sad to loose this set because I loved it so. I made it special and went way over our set trade value, this set was almost double it, because I wanted to make something special for someone I thought was a friend. It's been several months and she won't even reply to my messages. I'm heartbroken.