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This is a macro of a dried lemon slice, broken.

 

I came across an older photo of mine and I thought I would try to recreate it.

 

My Inspo

 

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D E T A I L S:

 

• Hair: Stealthic - Mayhem @ Mainstore

• Outfit: Toksik - Mayhem Hoodie @ Mainstore

• Pose: Ana Poses - Karagandy Rare @ The Epiphany

  

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Mon verre s'est brisé comme un éclat de rire.

G.Apollinaire

*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”

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.

 

maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Devins%20Eye/186/97/33

 

For this week's MacroMondays challenge "Chip"

Broken Easter egg filled with egg liqueur.

Watch my making of. .

  

Welcome to my Flickr space & thank you for visiting,

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Many thanks to everyone who takes the time to look,

like and comment on my pictures.

 

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Took the old shot Grapes to Wine and made it a bit more artsy in its look. www.flickr.com/photos/73806732@N04/39979995353

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!

  

SAMSUNG CSC

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!

Macro Mondays,

Broken,

Tablet,

Efervescent,

Table Top,

Stack 5,

Macro,

United States,

Pennsylvania,

Spring.

At the Pink Rocks (Pembe Kayalar), Kefken, Kocaeli Province, Turkey...on the Black Sea coast.

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.

 

LISTEN

 

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

  

TAXI

   

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.

This is at the antique store in Woodstock ON. One of the things i really miss doing.

I mean really miss.

Happy Window Wednesday

www.youtube.com/watch?v=CoUOrLe4vlY

 

I wanted you to know I love the way you laugh

I wanna hold you high and steal your pain away

I keep your photograph; I know it serves me well

I wanna hold you high and steal your pain

 

‘cause I’m broken when I’m open

And I don’t feel like I am strong enough

‘cause I’m broken when I’m lonesome

And I don’t feel light when you’re gone away

 

The worst is over now and we can breathe again

I wanna hold you high, you steal my pain away

There’s so much left to learn, and no one left to fight

I wanna hold you high and steal your pain

 

‘cause I’m broken when I’m open

And I don’t feel like I am strong enough

‘cause I’m broken when I’m lonesome

And I don’t feel right when you’re gone away

 

‘cause I’m broken when I’m open

And I don’t feel like I am strong enough

‘cause I’m broken when I’m lonesome

And I don’t feel light when you’re gone away

 

Listen

 

I'm back !

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Mainstore

 

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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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Butterflies of Costa Rica

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...

Kallvik, Haelsinki, Finland

In explore 2016-02-18

Their lives brushed ours like passing wings: soft, invisible, unforgettable. You never saw them in person, but your heart knows what it felt every time you read their comments on your photos. Like butterflies with broken wings, shining in their brevity, they still take flight.

And although your friends are no longer within your reach, they have been etched in the quiet corners of your soul. Every echo of kindness in their written messages, every feeling of being known without ever having met us, remains.

-Millie Cruz©

 

In memory of:

www.flickr.com/photos/deanspic/ (Dean Francis Ducas)

www.flickr.com/photos/donbriggs/ (Don Briggs)

Rest in Peace

Was my favourite beaker now this week’s Macro Mondays image for “ Broken “ theme.

A discarded and now rusty blade from a DeWalt reciprocating saw.

 

For the Macro Mondays theme of 3/22/2021: RUST.

Crazy Tuesday

Missing Pieces

Road trip to Broken Hill with Marty

This is the road to the top of the slag heap, where there is a lookout, a memorial and various museum pieces of mining equipment

 

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