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GROUP: MACRO MONDAYS
THEME: BULB
SUBJECT: CHANDELIER BULB
(not quite 2" horizontally)
Last night, I was sitting by the dining table thinking of an idea for this week's theme, sketching possible compositions. After a few minutes, I looked up and saw that one of the lightbulbs was dead! I dropped the pencil, unscrewed the dead bulb...and the rest is history!
Just a precaution, PLEASE put a piece of cloth or a paper towel over the bulb before shattering anything!
Tied to a time
The brewing storm had already shown its colors
What was left were shattered remains..
The summon made them realise that
they were one
and nothing could take them apart..
And does anybody want to guess the purpose of that nozzle thing, hanging out the bottom? Maybe it is best we don't know. Seen on a back street in Mulhouse, Alsace FR, a city which is also full of beautiful things of all kinds. In my album: Dan's Windows.
The expectation of prosperity in the valley has no doubt been shattered, the bareness around with so little green grass has perhaps led to the demise of this little farm-stead. Possibly in today's world with modern irrigation systems it could have survived.
shattered dreams was selected for the 2020 Chania International Photo Festival in Chania www.cipfestival.com/participating-artists-2020/#jp-carous...
Only after taking a photo of the shattered window did I notice the wall - that probably counts as shattered too
A hole in the window of a truck at Dave's Old Truck Rescue in Sprague, WA makes one wonder if the driver is okay.
Happy Window Wednesday!
This is my first try with water droplets.
Large ?
Here - farm4.static.flickr.com/3344/3482323249_de9f9942d1_b.jpg
I pirouette in the dark
I see the stars through a mirror
Tired mechanical heart
Beats 'til the song disappears
Somebody shine a light
I'm frozen by the fear in me
Somebody make me feel alive and shatter me
So cut me from the line
Dizzy, spinning endlessly
Somebody make me feel alive and shatter me
I pirouette in the dark
I see the stars through me
Tired mechanical heart
Beats til the song disappears
Somebody shine a light
I'm frozen by the fear in me
Somebody make me feel alive
And shatter me
So cut me from the line
Dizzy, spinning endlessly
Somebody make me feel alive
And shatter me!
Shatter me!
Somebody make me feel alive
And shatter me!
One of my favorite photos from my photography tour of the abandoned buildings of the Traverse City State Hospital this last weekend.
Moonscapish rock formations and a milky way clearly seen near my campsite @ ANOTHER WORLD
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Life is for living
Some youths were amusing themselves by breaking off sheets of ice at the edge of Connaught Water in Epping Forest and hurling them across the ice, where they broke into pieces and slid a long way.
Quiet morning. Not too many breakfasts, and everyone who was there was sleeping. With no conversations to be had, that leaves me alone with my thoughts, which is usually dangerous.
It's times like this that I think about the past for some of these folks. I have to keep reminding myself that they were once kids too. It seems almost foreign to think of them growing up.
Kids like to think of what they are going to be when they grow up. Usually something glamorous. In my day, that was a baseball player usually. Nowadays, I'm sure it's more that kids want to grow up to be on Youtube or some other kind of "influencer".
I don't think that any child imagines that this is the life ahead of them.
i had decided to drop a wine glass and photograph it breaking for this weeks theme.
I realised that if I focussed on just three inches then I would end up missing the bigger picture so after recording the whole glass breaking I then set about cropping the image to size for this weeks entry.
Sometimes we need to be reminded of whats important in our lives. I have a very wise 15 year old daughter who wrote me this poem when I told her what I had wanted to do.
Broken-hearted by MEM
The pain grows deeper and deeper.
It feels as if I will never recover from this unbearable despair.
Colors fade, tastes become bland, and smells are not as sweet.
Things seem as if they will never get better.
But then,
I look all around me and see love.
Even though it's not in the place I first expected,
it is love nonetheless.
Love from my family and friends, who I keep very dear to me.
Without them I would self-destruct.
Even though it will take time.
I will use this love to my advantage.
To mend my broken heart