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I came across an older photo of mine and I thought I would try to recreate it.
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*The measurements of the glass are as follows:
Height: From the bottom of the glass to the broken tip is 2 1/8” Diameter: 2 1/4”
For Macro Monday's "Broken" Theme. Thought I'd combine a little "Intentional Blur" with "Egg". And with a catchy tune. In German we are calling a song which you can't get out of your mind an "Ohrwurm" = earworm.
A Happy Macro Monday, Everyone!
Für das Macro-Monday-Thema "Broken". Ein bisschen "Intentional Blur", kombiniert mit "Egg" und einem Ohrwum. Ich wünsche Euch einen schönen, sonnigen Montag ;-)!
Vielen Dank für Eure tollen Kommentare und Faves!
Broken is not dead.
No matter how hard our fall, for most of us, the hardest part of getting back up is admitting we fell in the first place.
Inured, dirtied, bloody......we will try our best to avoid that realization that we are human and imperfect.
And all the time we spend denying we've fallen, could have been spent standing up and walking again.
Summary: The most broken part of us is the part that can't accept imperfection.
Taken at Devin's Eye.
He wrote like he spoke, he spoke like he wrote. Broken
poetry, page after page, day after day. See him standing
now at the window, reading the clouds for signs of
the homeless gods who taught him how to speak,
how to write, how to house them between the lines.
THE POET - KHOP.
Took the old shot Grapes to Wine and made it a bit more artsy in its look. www.flickr.com/photos/73806732@N04/39979995353
I was asked to do a series of images taking visitors through the journey of my own story told with the theme Wanderlust. This is my interpretation. My journey of mind, self-discovery, the daily fight to overcome the fear of my current state of fragility.
This series has me with a broken bulb as a head and a brain full of moths. Two images have me alone wandering at dusk using the light play with moths casting shadows blocking my faint glow.
I don't know if any of you can understand that when I hold my camera in RL I am fearless. I am confident, focused, and excited. I feel alive! I would wake excited to relive those moments as I fumbled to retrieve my SD card from my Nikon. Photography was a daily high. I miss it so much. I miss people and gatherings. I miss seeing my friends, my family. I miss seeing smiles. It's a deep ache that won't go away and it scares me.
Seems I was so busy trying not to die from Covid that I stopped doing the things that made me feel alive.
So If you see the girl I used to be
Could you tell her that I'd like to find her
And if you see the shell that's left of me
Could you spare her a little kindness
'Cause I've been high and I've been low
I've spent a thousand nights alone, tryna hold on tight
And feelings come but they won't go
Please won't someone take me home before I lose my mind
Am I broken?
Am I flawed?
Do I deserve a shred of worth or am I
Just another fake, fucked up lost cause?
And am I human?
Or am I something else?
'Cause I'm so scared and there's no one there
To save me from the nightmare that I call myself
I've tried everything and anything
But nothing seems to work quite like it should
Between the madness and the apathy
Seems there's nothing left inside of me that's good
'Cause I've been high and I've been low
I've spent a thousand nights alone, tryna hold on tight
And feelings come but they won't go
Please won't someone take me home before I lose my mind
Thanks so much to Ella Pavlona for including me ♥
I am honored to have again been invited to join this project displayed at Mindful Cove.
Art as Mindfulness: Wanderlust
20.02.2022 - 27.03.2022
@ Mindful Cove
Opening Event : 20.02.2022 @ 6 a.m. SLT
Don't worry it was already empty when I dropped it (how fortunate I hear you all gasp!!) but it make a good entry for Damaged Glass ... HMM!
Location: Retrospect
maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Retrospect/100/162/21
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Broken Dream
-Loretta P Burns-
As children bring their broken toys
With tears for us to mend.
My broken dream to my sweet Fae
Because she was my Friend.
But then instead of leaving her
In peace to work alone,
I hung around and tried to help
With ways that were my own.
At last I snatched it back and cried,
"How could You be so slow"-
"My child," she said,
"What could I do? You never let it go."
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For John
who passed on too soon
for us
Commemorating your sense of humor and perceptiveness.
I took this foto because the barn was there and I was there and the camera hung heavy around my neck. oh yes, I liked the colors and potential composition...
Not deliberately broken for the theme! On holiday in Cornwall and just got my phone out of my pocket and then it started disintegrating in front of my eyes - what a disaster! Thankfully now sorted out with a new phone! HMM!
A discarded and now rusty blade from a DeWalt reciprocating saw.
For the Macro Mondays theme of 3/22/2021: RUST.
Broken Dreams old sign in disrepair and overgrown has some good advice and maybe that's what happened, shot in North Carolina.
The abandoned ends of this rusty but historic truss bridge are all that remain of Old Tugaloo River Bridge, which once connected South Carolina to Georgia along US 123. Today they are know as the “Broken Bridges” and serve as two of the area’s most peaceful and scenic fishing piers. You will also find picnic tables and a boat ramp at the site.