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Donner Lake is beautiful. Honestly, I was more excited to head to Donner Lake than Tahoe, just because it's smaller and the scenery immediately near it is more spectacular than Tahoe's. I went there at around 2pm and went to Tahoe, and then came back to it it at sunset. This is looking the opposite way than the sunset. I've never stood on a frozen lake, so my right foot here was standing on the ice, and my left foot about a foot down in the snow.
Feel free to View this purple sucker LARGE unless you want Cloverfield to come down and whomp on ya.
In other sad news, yesterday after work, I was going to photograph yes, another sunset and i grabbed my tripod to set it up and I.... broke off the head!
Before you start accusing me of taking steriods, I should tell you, the tripod I've been using I got back in 1986 as a promo item when my parents bought me (a snotty nosed 11 year old) my first telescope at K-mart. Plastic and made by Ambico, I've used that POS for every single landscape shot that's needed it. Pretty amazing if you ask me, considering some of my shots.
Heartbroken, I threw that sucker in the first trash can I found, did some research when I got back to my hotel, and promptly bought the Manfrotto 785B travel tripod. I got it on sale, and keeping the reciept means when I get home I can give it back to Ritz.
Today has been one of the hardest days of my life. Following the vets advice, we had to come to the painful decision to let our dear sweet gentle Podge go on his final journey. We are totally devastated so please forgive me if I am not very communicative just now. There is never a good time but this has to be one of the worst times to say goodbye to a beloved pet. Podge was 20 years, 3 months and 12 days old and I have known him for every second of his life as I saw him being born. My heart is broken, I loved this boy so much, he was such a character.
We are “borrowing the world from our children” and we are not playing nice. We may be the first generation in history to leave our world worse off for our children.
At a time where I sometimes feel overwhelmed by the troubles around the world, speechless and heartbroken at the things we do to each other and our planet, yesterdays Strike for Climate Change gave me hope. The march belonged to the children, the students who came out in the tens of thousands, holding signs and chanting for change. For many, including my daughter (not pictured), it will have been a first. Hopefully, not the last.
They were joined by us old folk, who came along to support them and their dream for a better future - a war cry for action.
I fear they will not be heard yet but maybe when politicians realise that the children are only a few years off voting, they might be compelled to take action, albeit kicking and screaming.
Keep chanting for change young people. One day you will be heard. I am proud.
I'm reposting this because I just now saw an 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 and wonderful class The class was 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 while they were jumping! That was after the ballet class had 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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My beloved Max would have been one year old this weekend. We were stunned to learn two weeks ago that he had a heart defect in multiple chambers of his heart. He was in congestive heart failure with severe arrhythmias, then came home on multiple medications. This was the day he came home. You can see where they shaved his fur to do the echo cardiogram and to insert the IV.
He was still struggling to settle in when a blood clot entered his aorta one week later, and made his hind legs unusable. I could see he was in terrible pain and I knew that we could not let him suffer through that and everything else.
He came from our neighbor and probably he had been the runt of the litter and rejected first by his mama. He was my sweetest little baby. I am heartbroken for him and will miss him forever. His life was short but it was so full of love and fun and joy. We buried him under the apple tree near Gali and Dimi.
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Thank you Glynn Wormley. This is the last photo taken of our lovely horse Whitaker. Unfortunately today he crossed the rainbow bridge after a long debilitating illness. We are all heartbroken but he had the most loving home and lovely life. RIP beautiful boy xx
11th December,2023.
It is very frosty outside today and cold but the snow from the weekend has now all gone. I just hope the weather is going to start getting better now and this will be the last image of a snowstorm I will be posting. This is my adorable owner Charlie. He owns me not the other way round.
I lost my beautiful fellow September 2021 am completely heartbroken.
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This young fellow followed Molly and Alicia home last night. We tried to find his ower, but there was no-one around. He has no ID and no-one so far has reported him missing. He's mostly labrador and still a pup. Bless. Hope we find his owner as they must be heartbroken!
"Old story has it, as we go thru life we really don't really change. we just become more of the same. You look around you as the years go by, and it seems a very valid premise. People dont change. As a matter of fact most of us resist change very strongly. Yet change is a sure thing. The only variable is rate. Slow we read as evolution, and fast as revolution." ~ Forget
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Today, I think i just lost my best friend.... for reasons I'm not really wanting to go into. For now, perhaps its for the best, but I can't help but be heartbroken about it. It feels so surreal, almost like a deja vu. This exact senario has happened to me more times than I can count.... maybe its just part of the curse of being me. Somehow I gotta figure out how to keep this from happening in the future, cuz it always hurts... but I dont know how to, because its always comes as a complete suprise. maybe I'm just naive. /sigh
Hi everyone, long time no see. I’m one of the co-owners of Salem, and I’m sure as most of you know, Salem has gone into retirement unexpectedly. I would like to say first off, I’m sorry to everyone who has supported us that feels disappointed or lost in the dark. I’m heartbroken that Salem has come to pass, just like some of you. It took me some time to pick myself up, but I’m here today because though things change, I have a love affair with creating things for you all that I just can’t drop ♥
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I was kinda shocked that she went to rehab BUT I'm glad that she want a help and she knew she had problems. I'm sure she wanted start all over and starts a fresh life and put all bad things behind her. and DONT KILL ME OR HATE ME! I personally think Joe kinda made it little worst because he brought Ashley to their tour and Demi was still trying to move on and was still heartbroken. I think It was asshole of him for doing that. He made it even more emotional and more akward. Okay I'm done.
I am heartbroken to hear of this great loss and injury. My prayers and my heartfelt thoughts are with you.
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we all share the yearning for a place to call our own, marking our presence in the world with our relationships, creations and items that represent us. we dream, share pain, laughter, love, hate, joy, anger and yet we focus not on our similarities but our differences. we let governments speak for us. our voices silent and lost in the masses. ignorance is bliss until someone we love is lost through actions of those who will never be held accountable. the internet draws us all closer making friends of strangers. a place where we learn from each other, realise we're not alone and that the world is a smaller place than we could ever believe. no one really wants to fight, we all know that conflict never solves the problem and it's always due to greed and inflated egos. it's about time for weapons to be removed from all sides, temper tantrums checked and for those we elected to respect the positions we gave them and to respect us. our humanity should unite not divide us. i for one am heartbroken when hearing and seeing anguish every time i watch the news. i'm tired of feeling so helpless. i'm tired of feeling so achingly powerless. and i'm sure in that i'm not alone. those of us who live in a world where we wake and sleep in a soft warm bed, wander with loose change in our pockets, a world where we can drive through the nights to sweet music, dine out under twinkling stars, glasses clinking and ears warmed with sweet conversations. i hope you realise we already live in shelter. we are sheltered.
let's be kind to one another <3
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I wouldn't normally have thought to enter this image of our beautiful and loving GSD in the Best of 2024 group but Ena left us yesterday, and left us heartbroken. I wish she could have met each of you. She loved people, and trusted everyone (and never to her disadvantage I am happy to say). I have never met a more friendly, loving and beautiful dog than our Ena. She lived well over 12 years which is great for a GSD, over six of those years with us. Before that she was a mom at a great breeder, Seelenvoll. Owners of Seelenvoll dogs are a bit like one big family and many own puppies and grand puppies of our Ena. I see Ena in the faces of many of these dogs. Run free sweet Ena! My heart may be broken, but you have left us with wonderful memories and I think you left the world a better place by spreading your love far and wide.
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We were doing some brush cleaning today in areas of the campsite the needed it desperately. Unfortunately, as is often the case, ripping out underbrush and trimming back intrusive trees, sometimes reveals things that we wish it didn't. This nest was todays discovery and despite our best efforts to place it almost exactly as it was found resulted in its being abandoned. Its funny how easy it is to assume human emotions in cases such as this and believe that animals and birds must be as heartbroken as we would be. The robin did make a racket and made it known that she was not impressed with us and perhaps she even would have gotten back on the nest had it not come loose from its perch but once it did, that was it. She abandoned her efforts at luring us away. The whole thing made me quite sad though. :(
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Dylan the sea god, who lives under the waters, envies an old man his three daughters. Dylan calls up a great storm, and sends a huge wave to steal the girls. Their father is heartbroken. Regretting his evil deed, Dylan turns the girls into seagulls, belonging both to the sea and the land. Since that day, when the old man walks on the beach and calls their names, three white gulls fly to him from the sea.
It was late November.
My christmas cactus bloomed in bright red.
And that was when he gave up on us.
The world has become so big and scary without him.
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I was just so depressed last night. I seriously just wanted to die. I felt all alone and I had no one to talk to. My best friend is no longer my friend and pretty much wants nothing to do with me... and I just feel awful about a whole lot of things. I got myself drunk on overproof vodka and peach schnapps to make it a tad more palatable.... and a handful of Klonopin.... Pretty much the only reason I'm here right now is because I sat up through the night trying to make a suicide video (in lieu of a note) to my ex best friend.... because he was the only one that I really wanted to talk to.
Anyway, these photos were taken before I started working on the video... it got worse as the night went on... and then it got to the point where exhaustion just took over and I couldn't do anything but sleep. Last night was pretty bad.... =(
I obviously adjusted the tones and stuff on this shot.
I was heartbroken to find this rare for me bird ... an Eastern Kingbird way out in the middle of a field of Florida White Clover during Spring migration. I was so excited to have found it by myself after only a couple of eBird posts about it. But ... I could not for the life of me get a focus from my camera. In hindsight, I don't know if there was something on my lens that I was unaware? Anyway, I knew it was happening and panic set in as this was only a brief encounter with a tired old broad. So ... I'm humbled to share this not very good shot, but painted gloriously of this great bird for me!
PS. I just changed this from Gray Kingbird to Eastern Kingbird after more research. I think this might be a life bird for me! WooHoo, thank you Jesus!
PPS: SECOND TIME AROUND: June 2023 I'm not Wes Iverson ( www.flickr.com/photos/62425933@N04/52975731819/in/feed-62... ) who posted this wonderful shot today, but this was a life bird for me THIS day, sick old broad, all alone and doing the best I can! WooHoo, thank You again, Jesus. Eastern Kingbird the first day I ever saw one! So I can remember ...
we R heartbroken.
Early Friday morning (11/11/2022) some dogs ran in our yard & killed Riley.
He was so happy .... pix from last year helping me by riding in the wheelbarrow.
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Paris is one of my favorite cities in the world. I am heartbroken by the tragic events and dastardly terrorism that took place there almost 9 years after another of my memorable journeys there. This is a blurry handheld photo with a digital camera of that era, taken in rain, so the camera blur is visible. But the memories are sharp and vivid, of each moment. The long title of this photo is to mark an Urdu/Hindi movie of that name made when I was a little boy in Pakistan. The shorter title is to honor a fragrance that I recall seeing on my parents’ dresser, Evening In Paris, which came out around 1928 and was popular in the 1960s and 1970s I think. Love to the city of love and lights and all good people who live within it.
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I wanted to thank Stephen for choosing my Day 365 shot as his number one pick for the first ever video podcast of the 365 Days project. I can't even describe to you what it means to me.
After a hacker deleted 165 of my 365 shots I felt so heartbroken and that it was all for nothing. I put my entire heart and soul into my 365 project and I especially did so for my Day 365.
The night my account was hacked, I cried myself to sleep and was certain I was never going to be on Flickr ever again. I was THAT heartsick. I still am actually.
BUT as I said here and here, I will not let cruelty win.
NEVER.
So for me not only am I so very honored that he chose my shot as his number one featured shot.
But to me it reconfirms to me that even though SO MANY of my shots were deleted because of cruelty.....
Maybe it really wasn't all for nothing after all.
Thank you Stephen.
I really can't thank you enough.
You have softened the blow of losing so many beloved photos.
NOTHING and NO ONE can EVER take away what 365 Days gave to me.
EVER.
Mav and Stephen you have changed SO MANY lives by starting the 365 Days project.
Thank you so very much for that.
It really IS an AMAZING and LIFE CHANGING experience.
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Yesterday marked the start of a brand new year long project for me. I have been and will be taking my shots for the new project but I won't be able to upload any of them until Friday at the earliest. My beloved grandma's visitation is today, with her funeral tomorrow.
It is the perfect project for me because it encompasses all three projects that I had planned to start with the new year. It will include 52 weeks of self portraits, 100 Strangers, and Project 365.
Thank you SO MUCH to all of you out there who have emailed, flickrmailed, or commented to me. Your love and support always blows me away. I love you all.
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"There is no power like that of prevailing prayer,
of Abraham pleading for Sodom,
Jacob wrestling in the stillness of the night,
Moses standing in the breach,
Hannah intoxicated with sorrow,
David heartbroken with remorse and grief,
Jesus in sweat of blood.
Add to this list from the records of the church
your personal observation and experience,
and always there is the cost of passion unto blood.
Such prayer prevails.
It turns ordinary mortals into men of power.
It brings power. It brings fire. It brings rain.
It brings life. It brings God."
- Samuel Chadwick
You'd never guess from the pictures and from his behaviour, but 2 weeks ago, Candor has been diagnosed with kidney failure.
We're oscillating between worried and heartbroken... but we're also determined to make the best of our time together. Candor is absolutely delighted by our new home with all the meadows and forests surrounding us; moving here was the greatest gift we could give him.
Some days are just so very very hard it is almost unbearable. Today was one of those. This morning I had to say goodbye too Freddie, my sidekick of the last 17 years. I know one day the tears will be replaced by smiles as I remember our good times and what a little rascal he was, but not today. Today my heart breaks and feels as if it will never heal.
RIP little guy. I will love you forever Freddie Bear.
The legend behind the origin of this step-well is as interesting as its architecture and is shrouded in beauty, romance and tragedy. In AD 1499, the area around Adlaj was known as Dandai Desh and was ruled by Rana Veer Singh of the Vaghela dynasty. Around this time, Mohammed Begda, a Muslim ruler of a neighboring state attacked Dandai Desh and killed Rana Veer Singh. The beauty of the slain king's widow, Rani Roopba, enamored Mohammed Begda who sent her a proposal of marriage. The heartbroken but determined queen agreed to the proposal on the condition that he complete a five-storied step-well (vav) for her. The Muslim ruler, enticed by the charm of the queen, readily agreed.
The construction of this well had begun years ago under Rana Veer Singh but had to be stopped later. Begda resumed this project with great enthusiasm and got the well completed in record time. When this five-storied edifice was completed but for the dome, Begda renewed his proposal. The next day, Roopba took a round of the well and saying a final prayer, flung herself into the water and drowned.
Mohammed Begda immediately stopped further construction but did not get the monument demolished probably because Roopba had employed Muslim masons who had decorated it with Islamic motifs. The incidents, which led to the erection of this unique well, are detailed on the walls and pillars of the vav in Sanskrit and Pali (an ancient language).
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Day 133 of 365.
I know it's never simple; never easy. Never a clean break. No one here to save. You're the only only thing like the back of my hand. -Taylor Swift
I would be lying saying that I am not a little bit heartbroken about the silence that lingers between us now. It breaks my heart everyday.
Today was quite nice. I watched a scene in Pearl Harbor and I couldn't even fathom what they went through. I really want to see the whole movie. It's just quite powerful. I had a performance today. I helped sell stuff with some kids from the special ed department. They are all so happy and nice. Now, I am finishing up some client work. Oh by the way, Check out Taylor Swifts new music video for "I knew you were trouble". It's amazing.
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I am saddened by the number of injuries these beautiful animals get. As you know I have been watching a group for many months now. I have already found one dead and this beauty has now sustained a bad injury to one of it's back legs.
It sure is a hard life in the U.K being a wild Fox.
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I am still in disbelief that I lost two of my fur babies in two weeks....
Both had cancer...
Cinnamon the tortie was 13 1/2 yrs old. Born on the 4th of July.
Mama was approx 10. Found her as a feral in July 2009 with her two kittens and best guess she was just under 2 yrs old.
May they play and snuggle together forever at the Rainbow Bridge.
My heart is heavy to say the least....
It rained today. That in itself wasn't so bad as we really do need some rain but what we need is a soft steady rain lasting for about a week not the heavy deluge that did arrive. After dinner Kevin and I went to check out the garden. It wasn't a pretty sight. So many flowers ruined and beaten down. Plus the hanging baskets really took a beating. I felt heartbroken just looking at it but Kevin being Kevin figures he can nurse them back to their glory days and right away started the clean up and giving them some plant food and power bloom. I figure if anyone can bring them back he is the one to do it.
51/365 Tatum discovered that the grave marker for her beloved betta fish Rainbow was broken in two. I told her that it probably happened when the city trucks used our driveway to clear out the canal last week. To that she replied, "They broke both of my hearts." =,o(
"After the Fall"
At Madame Sherri's Castle Ruins
Chesterfield, New Hampshire
October 8, 2021
This was taken months after the partial collapse of what remains of the stairs but sadly well before the Fall colors of 2021 came in.
History:
The Madame Sherri Forest is named after a former owner, Madame Antoinette Sherri, a Paris-born theatrical costume designer who worked in New York City during the early 1900s. She and her husband built a French-inspired chateau summer house in Chesterfield that featured extensive stonework including a roman arch stairway, ornate interior, and designed landscape gardens. There they lavishly entertained their New York City friends at parties during the Roaring 1920s. Madame Sherri became famous – or infamous – for her wild parties. Her chauffeur-driven Packard, her fur coat, and her fast crowd of friends made the townsfolk talk whenever she appeared. However, in time Madame Sherri’s fortunes declined, and her castle fell to ruin and vandalism. After a long separation, she returned to the house in 1959 to find the interior badly vandalized. She left, heartbroken, never to return again. The house burned down completely in 1963. Today, ancient sugar maples surround a stone foundation and stairway, a large empty fireplace tapers to a freestanding chimney. This is all that remains of the former summer home of Madame Sherri who died in Brattleboro on October 21, 1965.
I'm so heartbroken right now my cat is in the vet suffering from a broken tooth and hurt jaw all because someone was so cruel and kicked her and broke her tooth and now she has to get operation to get it out since its lodged so badly into her gum 😞
How can people be so cruel to animals I don't understand
In memoriam: Kareltje 2010-2022 (English)
The Karl is no more. Kareltje, Karel de Grote, Carolus Magnificus, or for real intimi, Pensje, used up his ninth life on Monday Morning at 3:15 AM. He died of a heart attack and he did not suffer.
People would often tell us Karel was the most characteristic cat they’d ever met. And boy did he have character.
Pushing his paw out of the mailbox in the front door when the mailmen had the audacity to shove envelopes into the territory.
When we would stand with his back to him, cooking or brushing our teeth, he would appreciate that with nails in our ankles.
He knew we’d let him onto the roof terrace immediately when he hung in the curtains covering the door. The curtains in the bedroom are incapable of catching 7,5 kilogrammes of cat failing to make a U-turn manoueuvre in a very small window sill, we also learnt that.
Keyboards? Book reports? Notebooks? The Karl would stretch and lay down on all of them at once if necessary. He measured 76 centimeters from his little nose till the tip of his tail (I measured it with my iPhone).
Karel always wanted your undivided attention. And he got it. Definitely the past four years with me recovering from a car accident, a pandemic, lockdowns and working from home, there was always a lap to chill on. He enjoyed that so very much. He became sweeter, more and more affectionate and his purr got louder and louder. He was living the dream, really. Every night he’d sleep
With his head on our ankles. In the morning he’s walk to the head board, make rounds under the duvet and come out again to curl up on his blanket beside my pillow. He’d curl up in my elbow there, paws on my arm and his nose warming up in my hand.
The jump from the bed to the chest of drawers under the open window was perfectioned during the years. Every morning he’d sit there drooling over the blackbirds singing their songs, or the pigeons landing on the roof.
During the day there were cyclical patrols around the house: roof terrace, balcony on the front side, balcony on the back side (repeat as seen fit); naps in several cardboard boxes, the newspaper basket and of course in bed with his head on my husband’s pillow.
He watched hubby’s accomplishments in World of Tanks with great interest. They are Serrano ham and crackers together, but The Karl had no objection to finishing off our house plants either. His favorite human food was white asparagus. He’d sit on the floor next to the dining room table and looked at me until he’d get hand fed little pieces. With white asparagus on hand, he’d ignore the trout that was also in our salad.
And then there were his holidays, with his regular cat sitter, in her garden. He had several girlfriend cats that he’d give nose kisses and he spent most of the day enjoying the safe outdoors.
Kareltje left a great impression on us (and our furniture). We are heartbroken he is no longer with us. We would have loved to enjoy life with him for another five years or more. We are grateful he did not suffer or had a decline with lots of vet visits - he was so scared of the vet and hated going into his carrier.
But the silence in our house hurts, without our fur baby who was always with us everywhere we went. All doors are still left slightly ajar, but it’s not necessary anymore. It’s nice to have clean floors without kitty litter scattered everywhere but we’d give the world to go back to vacuuming several times a day.
We did our best to take care of him the best we could within our possibilities. The love and care we had for him - we had tons left of that. But as suddenly as he entered our one life, so suddenly his ninth ended.