View allAll Photos Tagged broken
“It is only with true love and compassion that we can begin to mend what is broken in the world. It is these two blessed things that can begin to heal all broken hearts.”
He wants to pick up these broken pieces
and glue them back together
He wants to know these wounds and scars
and heal it altogether
And these are the skills,
that she has been trying to master
For all the years,
that was what mattered.
-
Little did she know,
with every scar cut open -
another was being stitched back together.
An angel with a broken wing misses flying.
see on black for the details. it's so much better large.
In Kerry, Ireland. Rory leaves tomorrow, so I won't have a model anymore. I love walking the cliffs here, smelling the air (which always has a wonderfully smoky smell), and looking out at the sea (which is always this unbelievably deep dark royal blue that you can't find anywhere else but in Ireland). Ever since I was a little girl I've felt that some part of my brain--a part that is usually asleep--stirs into life when I am in Ireland. It is where I am happiest. It is where I am most at peace, and this is something that is especially important, as my brain is constantly buzzing with worries and thoughts that never seem to slow down. When I'm here, I can sit and I can watch. I can read and I can make toast without counting the calories. I can do things I loved when I was a little girl and didn't have quite as many things to worry about--I can play with a dog on a freezing cold beach, or take a walk without a cellphone in my hands, or listen to the rain outside as I watch the hours of Simpsons that come on on Sky One every evening. It's all the small things--going to Tesco and picking out denny's sausages, brennan's bread (or pat's pan, if I'm farther up north), milky bar chocolate bars (their wrappers still have the little cowboy with spectacles printed on it, like when I was younger). My mom moved from Ireland to marry my dad, and my grandparents had never been to America until they flew there for her wedding. It's strange; I think of Ireland as my true home, and yet I would never have been born if my mom hadn't left it.
Bronica SQ-A | Zenzanon 80mm PS | Ilford Delta 400
A broken portrait. Pt. 1, of an occasional series.
Dublin, Ireland.
My camera bag strap broke while I was picking it up and it fell back down -- not a bad fall. So I was surprised, and obviously horrified, when I opened it to find that my Nikon 24-70 f/2.8 had busted. The portion with the lens mount separated from the main body just before the zoom ring started. You can see the portion that snapped. I rushed home and found that a Nikon repair center was only about 5 miles away. So I drove over and showed it to the rather sympathetic gentleman. He said that these new lens are great but not built as solid. He then pulled out a tray with another customer’s lens that looked exactly the same as mine.
As to repair time and cost: 4-5 weeks and around $450. Why so long? The spare parts are few and far between right now due to it being a new lens type. Why so expensive when it was just that little connection that snapped? Well, the broken part is essentially the backbone for the whole lens. Therefore the entire lens will need to be taken appart and reassembled. Super.
Obviously I am going to get a new bag and obviously I am going to be more careful. The 24-70 was attached to my D700 at the time so there was probably some torquing that occurred. Also, just to note, I had an 80-200 f/2.8 AFD in same bag. No problems with it.
UPDATE: Fixed! Just picked it up today (11/8/08). Seems to be working quite nicely. Thanks Nikon Repair Guy! Feels like new and acts like new. Quite a nice job.
UPDATE: about 8 years later (3/2017) I have finally replaced this lens. I got the new VR model and excited to see how it performs. My old trusty 24-70mm is really beaten to hell at this point. Threading for the filters cracked off, the rubber grip is out of place, the hood long ago broke (while on a 2.5km sledding run in Switzerland). Obviously I loved that lens!
OMG .., thats broken ;D
ummmm Walllah Ma 23rf ShnoO A8ool ..Bs Haii Al.9oorh 3shan Crazyooh<3 Ma Tz3lll Mn Sallft Al.Brooken =Pp ..
W 7beet A8oool ll 3boor Tra kna nt'3shmr
W la tz3leen fdaatch kna nbi n5leeha ''Surprise'' bs shklch z3llti .. 3shan jeeh rdeenh ^^..
H Al.p!!!c Mni w Mni ѕнмσσ5 al.яσσ7¹ & Kushii
Dedicated To;CяαzџσOн <3333
I machine pieced this Broken Star quilt within three weeks back in 2009. Sometimes there wasn't enough fabric for all the diamonds (in the same row) and I had to find replacements in my scrap bin. For this reason I wasn't able to use the time-saving strip piecing method. I cut all the diamonds at first and then laid them out on the floor. Assembling the diamonds was quickly done, but afterwards I run out of steam. So this quilt top had great potential for ending up in my UFO pile.
In August 2010 I bought too much background fabric for a freshly started (blue) scrap quilt. So there was no more reason to postpone finishing this quilt. I hand quilted it within two months with templates bought via internet. It is very soft. After being washed several times, it has almost the look of an antique quilt.
Ok. After some color and concept shots another artwork. Found this after my rain walk a few days ago. Still very dry earth. All broken up. The countrymen will get problems this year....
Broken type. After ordering a bunch of letters from the manufaturers, the fools forgot to pack them properly to they travelled half way around the world unprotected. This was the result. It broke my heart....
....even broken typ is still beautiful!
This image is not to be used without my consent, I with hold copyright on all images. See real letters and buy them at www.vialetter.com
Alcorcón, Madrid, Spain
Please, do not use this photo without permission
Por Favor no usar esta fotografía sin permiso
Normally my pictures aren't happy but this one is dripping with grief and heartbreak. My dog has been missing for a week and a half now and I'm terrified we won't ever know what happened to her. I feel like part of me is missing and I grieve for her brother who is visibly upset at her absence. I also created this image in the midst of the 2020 Presidential election and I wanted to convey the brokenness of the country.
You can read more about it at my blog: kathrynjuarezfineartphotography.blogspot.com/2020/11/brok...
This is the classic broken-wing distraction display that Killdeer plovers use to draw attention away from their nests when disturbed. It catches the eye of the intruder, and when the bird is pursued, it gets up, runs in a direction opposite the nest, only to squat and re-display its broken wing distraction. Eventually the potential threat is far enough away from the nest and eggs, and the bird flies away and circles back to the nest area.
For the Swedish theme group Fotosöndag.
This week's theme being "Broken".
Happy Sliders Sunday!
Happy Macro Monday!
Two of the four hydrogen bombs lost when a B-52 crashed during a mid-air refueling accident over Spain in 1966. On display in the The National Museum of Nuclear Science & History in Albuquerque, New Mexico. The one on the left was recovered by a submarine from the Mediterranean Sea.
Obres estiuenques a Sabadell
--------------------------
Summer street works in Sabadell, Catalonia.
Pun intended: